When she finishes dusting all the empty suites on the top floor there's a catastrophe of spilt soup to deal with down in the kitchen. And then by the time the linoleum is acceptably spotless the cobwebs have strung themselves across the doorframes. The mould in the bathrooms will have grown back; Miss Angel's carpet always has something in it after he returns from his work
and after all that the rooms will just get dusty again…
Niffty likes cleaning, she really does. When things are as they should be, how they should look, it eases the tight knot in her stomach, and she takes pride that she was responsible for making it right.
She just wishes that things would stay clean, for a while.
Pursuing the concept of Niffty having OCD or anxiety here. I think there's gotta be something behind her frenetic pace and obsessive eye for any dirt.
Tried to draw from my own experience of feeling overwhelm & overloaded as well.