Day of Rest

My Grandma used to have a chore for everyday.  I can't remember the order, but ironing, mending, washing, etc. each had a specific day - I still have embroidered tea towels with cute kittens accomplishing their daily housework. Except for going to church, Sunday was a day of rest.

I'd likely get a lot more done if I followed that plan, but, once again, Sunday finds me trying to play catch-up for what I procrastinated on the rest of the week.  As I glance around the house and think to myself, "OMG - where do I start?"  I realize I should have listened to Grandma...

However, today, I'm siding with Erma Bombeck:
"My theory on housework is, if the item doesn't multiply, smell, catch fire, or block the refrigerator door, let it be.  No one else cares.  Why should you?"