Friday is for....

I don't get it. It's Friday. Mom is home. It is a beautiful day. The sun is out. The sky is blue. It is warm. It is a perfect day for doing whatever you want.

So what does she do? Before she has breakfast even, she starts moving stuff around, piling it up, moving it here, moving it there. Then she gets the Rug Sucking Monster out and drags it through every room in the place, one at a time.

Holy Toledo! Doesn't she know the meaning of a Day Off?