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Monday's are my busiest day of the week at home. In order to keep the house looking some semblance of clean, I have to maintain a schedule of things to do on a given day during the week. If I don't, everything goes to pot. Fast. So on Mondays I do all of the laundry, including the sheets, and I vacuum and mop. By "mop" I mean wet Swiffer. It's kind of a nightmare to get all of it done, but I don't like doing a load of laundry here or there because then I feel like I'm doing it all of the time, and if there's one thing I don't love, it's laundry. Actually, that's not true. I don't mind doing the laundry. I don't like folding the clothes and putting them away. Also, since I'm talking about it, I don't mind loading and running the dishwasher, but I hate putting the clean dishes away. I've been known to hand wash the dinner dishes in order to avoid emptying the dishwasher. Once I even did it without realizing Dave had already put everything away. Oh, the laughing. You know what makes killing yourself on a Monday to get the house looking decent for the week really satisfying? A five year old who takes great exception to being asked to put a random toy or two back up in his room. "Why do you make me do EVERYTHING?!?!" Hah! Yeah, right kid. Which is pretty much what I told him. I offered to let him vacuum, the novelty of which wore off many moons ago, for both of us. He declined.

Yesterday Henry told me he loves me as much as an electron. That's pretty small. Happily, it's better than the "not even a little bit" it used to be though, so, progress!