When the kids were babies, for the sake of my sanity, I had a cleaning schedule for each day of the week. I picked one thing for the day, only one, but getting that done made me feel like I could keep up with the housework and the kid-work.
Now they are teenagers, and I would have thought it would have gotten easier. After all, I've got 15+ years of practice, but I did start working outside of the home a few years ago. I have less time to get things clean.
And cleanliness is crucial to my happiness. I am not a crazy white glove type cleaner, but I do notice when it's dusty, when the floor is muddy, when the bathroom sink is toothpastey, and those things add up quickly! I am much calmer in a clean house.
I do not believe in New Years resolutions, so it's just a coincidence that I've started making Friday's my day to clean in this new year. But regardless, it sure feels good to work hard all morning, ending with a sparkling clean smelling house (which lasts about an hour before the dogs track in mud and the kids drop their school bags off on the table), and I enjoy my book reading time so much more.
Today is Friday. I've got a to do list a mile long, and a plan on how to go about it in an orderly fashion. There is nothing I like better than stepping back when it's all done, surveying my lovely hard work and having the satisfaction of a job well done.
In the immortal words of Hannibal Smith, "I love it when a plan comes together!"