The Clean Day Week

It's Easter Week and cleaning up for the celebration springs to mind. Why? Obviously, Easter is a special day and I want to be sure that dust bunnies are properly whisked away by week's end. Windows should gleam so the brightness of the day can shine into our home and hearts. That's a given.

Normally, I stick to a cleaning schedule. Okay, I mess up the schedule now and then, but for the most part, I am a loyal schedule keeper. Keep to the schedule I do and do it I do. I'm funny that way.
Most people do plan, but some do not. I am a world famous planner in our family. I plan everything. That doesn't mean I am rigid. No, I am flexible. I can adapt to change. Since flexible and change are not routinely part of my day, week or month, I like to have a to-do list. Schedule. Things that need to get done. Don't forget. It can get messy if I do. So my schedule is part of my living the good life like waking up. My to-do list is my can-do schedule. Nice. This makes me think that what I do when my schedule calls for doing… is not a chore, but a happening that once done feels good. Good and fresh. Happy. More happy. Smiley happy.

Tuesday, that's today, is clean the toilets day. But I also sometimes clean the closets on Tuesday. See? Flexible.

Wednesday is the day I dust away the dust bunnies. I must say that sometimes if I forget the dust on top the buffet makes the wood look dim. It's like it changes color. Get's a shadow on it. I get out my dust rag and wipe. Yikes! You can see the swipe where the dust is no more. Not good. I don't like to forget. No forgetting for me.

Thursday is the official kitchen day, but for me this means get those spills and round bottle marks off the refrigerator shelves. Wash down the freezer, the drawers and shelves and run a wet cloth across the compartments on the doors. Make any spills go away that live in the microwave. Shine the counters. There's more, but you get the picture. Thursday is clean the kitchen day, not just do the dishes.

Now for Friday. Friday is date night with my honey. We generally get delivery, pop the corn and watch a movie. That's evening. Morning means beautify bathrooms. First, on bended knee to scrub the bathtubs, then what's next. Not the toilets: They have a day all their own. Sinks and floors next. They have less bend-over and more make shiny clean.

Saturday. Aaaah Saturday. Saturday is chore day. It's grocery day… sometimes. It's dust and vacuum time. Normally, we reserve Saturday to gas the car, do banking, pick up stuff at the stores. But mostly, Saturday is saved to work in the yard. Yikagardenie, not work.  Make blossom the garden. Give the grass a haircut not every Saturday. Sweep the deck. Wipe down the lovely patio set dottie gave us. Spray windex on the glass around the front door. Point the blower to the sidewalk. If there's time, the garage gets a good straightening up, at least dirt and dust be gone. The car likes a clean home, too.

Okay, now it's Sunday and it's our day of rest as it should be. So I'll say no more about this. No itemized list of dos. Just our day to give thanks even though we are very thankful every day. It's the big meal day with pot roast and smashed potato on the plate or some such awesome meal with a tiny glass of wine, which is good for the soul.

Monday that I missed because I started my clean day week with today, Tuesday. Well, what else, Monday is the busiest day of the week. Bailey gets his bath, Clothes get laundered. Sheets get switched. Shine the mirrors. Dust again. Vacuum rooms not done on Saturday. Use the electric mop on the tile. It sounds like a short list, but it is not short by the doing. The work week starts and that's always a joy. I love what I do. I love to help people in the way that I can. That's my Monday.

Well, blog. That's my week. It's the Tuesday of Easter Week and I'm off to prepare for the celebration. I begin. I do the deed. Today's deed. Bye for now.