It's called "the post-convention-spring-clean" and it lasts, oh, about a week in earthly time and a nano-second on Jehovah's Rolex. My parents were intolerable the first week out from a convention: it was Jehovah this and Jehovah that and our ears were sore. There was no TV.
A week later, with the family now thoroughly worn out, we bad children pined for whole nights away from embicilic meetings. Father silently dusted off the TV and once again it glowed smilingly at us poor, miserable sods. We were back to normal! Jehovah looked down and said to the archangel Michael, "I knew it wouldn't last...Oh well, what's on tonight? Anything interesting?"