The other day, Dad commented that I must have a Ph.D in housekeeping. At first, I was confused; of all the things I do for Mom and Dad, my least favorite, in which I also show the least competence, is cleaning. Well, I can clean, and actually don't mind scrubbing and dusting and the like. It's the clutter that gets me, and in the home of a hoarder, there is a lot of clutter! I get one area cleaned, move on to the next, and by the time I get back to the first area, it's filled in again.
Anyway, I soon realized Dad was telling another of his jokes when he told me the definition of this Ph.D: Pile it--Higher and Deeper!