My Dad did absolutely everything, he would tell us off if we even made ourselves a glass of squash because we would leave water marks in the sink.
He used to do washing everyday, so whatever was dumped on the floor that morning was washed, dried, ironed and put away when we got back from school.
He went through a stage of vacuuming the bottom of our socks when we got home as he was annoyed by black bits from socks sticking to the carpet.
I remember once me and my sister had a go at cleaning our own rooms, Dad complained that despite them being clean/dust free as we hadn’t cleaned things the way he would or in the order he would it wasn’t done properly and he would have to do it again. Oddly enough we didn’t bother after that!
Obviously he had abnormal household expectations, I think sadly a lot was caused by how my mum treated him and almost an escape from abuse.
I have very different standards to my dad, my flat is clean, it isn’t particularly tidy, there are always a few toys dotted around, the odd lonely sock etc. I do have what my cleaner calls ‘shit mountain’, my sons toy box broke and I haven’t replaced it, so his heavily used toys are in a little pile next to the sofa.