I didn't grow up with him, but I did grow up with my mother, who said she liked to see a difference when she cleaned. So she didn't have a routine, didn't keep things up regularly. When we went on cleaning binges you could certainly tell the difference. For a long time I operated this way, too, and I still am learning to work against that tendency.
Now that I am doing some things on a regular basis I find that I can do them more with pleasure than with a manic sense of duty. I don't feel pressure to finish quickly, get through it. I used to sweep the floor or vacuum the carpet with my heart beating rapidfire, as if there were a deadline to get it done and I might not meet it. Now I get into the work, paying attention to it, noticing what I am doing, doing it well or at least competently. I don't worry when I don't do a perfect job, figure I will be back to do it again before long.
It becomes, then, an opportunity to meditate. It's not the recommended technique for meditation but for me it works better than being completely quiet. I don't feel guilt because I am actually working, but the work is straightforward and requires little thought, so I can put my mind where I want, or nowhere.