Another day in the life....

Well, it's Friday morning, which means it's cleaning day.  Actually it's more like "get the house ready for the weekend because no one is going to be neat for the next two days"-day.  For some reason on Friday afternoon, the bookbags don't get put away after school like usual; instead they are left in the middle of the kitchen for me to pick up.  Shoes are tossed off at the door, instead of being put in the shoe rack.  When hubby comes home, is keys aren't hung up as usual, and he leaves his briefcase for me to either a. cook dinner around, or b. put on his dresser (which, by the way, he passes immediately after plunking it down on my kitchen counter).  Here's my question....when do I get to treat Friday like the end of the week?  My theory is that if I start with a clean and neat home on Friday, by Sunday it will be messy, but not horrible.  I have to protect myself or Monday will be torture.  We stay at home moms are always thinking ahead.  Sure, I'd love to toss caution to the wind and not wash the kitchen floor because it's "Friday"....however, by Monday no one will be able to get out the door because they will all be stuck to the floor.  I'd love to say, "Gee, I'm sorry you have no clean underwear but....it's the weekend!"  Since it's Friday, maybe I won't do a dang thing.  I'll just sit around and relax, rent some movies, have cold leftovers for lunch.  When everyone gets home, I'll tell them dinner will be the cereal of their choice.  Of course, you know I won't do it.  I'll do what I do every Friday, and make sure things run smoothly.  I'll pick up the shoes, put the bags away, and I will probably even put hubbys things away while I'm at it.  I know, I know, you are saying, "Why?  You deserve to relax too...."  I don't know why.  It's just who I am.