A Perpetually Clean House

The genie grants you a wish. What is it?

I would ask the genie for a perpetually clean house that I didn’t have to clean. I hate cleaning the house. Our house is, therefore, a mess. A cluttered mess.

I have too much to do in life to clean the house regularly. Or, apparently, irregularly. I mean, we vacuum and clean surfaces, we do dishes, we don’t have to walk through narrow aisles of stuff, but the place isn’t ready for visitors.

I would like things to find their places. I would like the broom to sweep things itself. I would like the cats perched on pristine furniture. I would like the kitchen to be uncluttered enough that I would cook more. (Maybe a bigger house is wish #1 and the self-cleaning is wish #2. Do I get three wishes?)