The worst part isn't hands-and-knees scrubbing, nor the sweep-vacuum-mop-and-still-have-to-clean-again-the-next-day process, nor even throwing out food and sequestering things. It isn't dealing with gallons of boiling water for kashering and it isn't shopping and feeling pretty certain you're getting grifted for shopping at a kosher butcher. It isn't renouncing rice and beans and soymilk and peanut butter, though protein is a much bigger task during Passover than otherwise, for a vegetarian anyway. It isn't that there's always more that you could be doing. (How is this night different from every other night in that respect?) It isn't that you become aware of how much kitchen stuff you've accumulated, and are reminded that you're pretty accustomed, even attached, to a lot of more or less useless objects.
No, the worst part is that when you actually clean everything, you become intensely aware of how badly it's all needed cleaning all this time. *shudder* You never want to be looking that closely at the inside of a microwave or an ancient, inefficient, non-self-cleaning oven.
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