Sailors -- historically male -- have always been known as good cleaners. Every morning on a US Navy ship at sea, you will hear the following announcement on the PA system at about 0600: "Reveille, reveille, up all bunks. Heave out and trice up. Turn to and clean up ship. Sweepers, sweepers, man your brooms. Give the ship a clean sweep-down fore and aft. Muster trash on station," (preparatory to heaving it overboard). On my submarine, every Sunday after church services we had "field day", which involved having every single man jack of us get up and clean the boat. The officer of the deck would boost the atmospheric oxygen concentration to give everyone a little more energy, and for several hours we cleaned away. It is crucial to the continued good health of the crew, who are serving on what is essentially a floating petri dish, that we keep the ship or submarine as clean we possibly can. People may not appreciate the more "robust" methods of sailor cleaning, but they work.
In my domestic life, that means I have always been the cleaner of the house. I wash dishes and clean the kitchen every single day after breakfast, lunch and dinner, even on days when I'm the one who cooks. I have now hired out the deeper bathtub, toilet and floor scrubbing to a cleaning lady who comes every other week, but previously I did all that as well. The young wife does many things, but cleaning is not one of them.