You know the kind. You wake up with the energies of youth and plan to take over the world. Or, at least clean your little speck of the world. You put on the appropriate clothes, you pull your hairback into a twist so it won't fly into the srays of cleaning solutions and you begin.
Sadly, as you somewhat finish cleaning-thoroughly cleaning mind you- the first bathoom, you realize it's already after 1pm. To that you scoff and promise to whip through the remaining house by three.