Sunday Is Coming!
Sunday, from the moment my feet hit the floor until I put them up for the night, I'm cleaning my house. I wish I had time to do more, but I've got myself limited to only Sundays anymore.
When I was a kid growing up, my mom used to keep the house so clean. I remember spending time with her helping her clean when I was a little girl. I loved that our house was always spotless. I always wanted a spotless house, too.
Except somehwere in there, I forgot that my mom never worked and all she did was clean ALL DAY LONG. So....
....on Sundays I bust my behind to make my own house as clean as I remember it being when I was young. It's an obsession and I'm a slave. Sunday is me cleaning. Period.
And the stupid house ain't even dirty. Sheesh.