Saturday morning is, in my view, the best day and time for doing chores.
I’m one of those people who tends to feel oppressed by household work that needs to be done. I walk past the patio stones dotted with yard debris knocked down by thunderstorms, or unfolded laundry, or dishes in the sink, and it bothers me. It’s as if the very knowledge that the work is out there brooding and waiting to be done weighs me down.
Hence, the beauty of the productive Saturday morning. You get up after an enjoyable Friday night, you make yourself a good cup of coffee, and then you get started. You move from room to room and chore to chore, sweeping out the patio, loading the dishwasher and folding the laundry, assembling what needs to be assembled, putting away what needs to be put away. By 10 a.m. you can look around, see that you have accomplished a lot, and then enjoy the rest of the weekend guilt-free.
For me, at least, there is real pleasure in tackling and completing household chores.