I feel like it is easiest to clean a little bit each and every day at my house instead of taking one day to do it all. Bathrooms one day, vacuum another. The thing I hate the most is dusting. I am not sure why I hate it so much but I do. My house might be clean but oh it is rarely dust free. Living with a wood stove that produces a lot of dust doesn't help.
But of all the chores I do, the kids love it when I dust the most.
How ironic is that? It doesn't make me love the job any more but it is fun to see them get so excited to be given a rag to wash with.
And a job well done always deserves a reward like a little movie. When the sun ever does come back to this cold and dark place I know my house will reflect every dust particle. But for now I can clean the bathroom and dust tomorrow. Right? I guess for this the darkness can be my friend.