I am now officially into my "Week of Housework Reprieve" (or WHRRRRRRRR as I like to respond when B.Rube asks me when I plan on doing the laundry again, vacuuming the basement, cleaning the bathroom or unloading the dishwasher.)
There are a million reasons why I love my mom's biannual long-distance visits. One of them is the "Week of Housework Reprieve" that I grant myself in the week prior to beginning the major cleaning that occurs in time for her arrival. Mom arrives next Wednesday, June 4th and I plan on starting my cleaning lightly on Monday, June 2nd.
A few years ago, I noticed a trend begin in the week leading up to mom's arrival:
Knowing that I would have to massively clean the entire home before she arrived anyway, I wouldn't do any housework for days beforehand. This last year, I formally named it WHRRRRRRR and gave myself permission to let the house go.
It is the most freeing feeling in the world.