Like most people, I hate to do housework, but once I set my mind to it, I'm a dynamo. I want everyone to go out of the house so I can pull furniture away from the walls, dump things out of cupboards, and leave my cleaning stuff where I need it. I start with the bathrooms -- which I like the least, and I finish in the kitchen where chocolate and other hidden reward items can be reached. As a young mom I figured I had about an hour in which to enjoy a clean and tidy abode -- before the kids came in and turned it upside down again. It was always worth the effort.