Cleaning Day. A day in the life... by Joey Spinelli
It’s Friday. The day of the week I avoid like a Christian Conservative at an Arizona Gay Pride parade. While I have no problem cleaning my home during the other weekdays, Friday is the day I dread because it’s the day I tackle my son’s room. Every week, it’s the same process. First, I get everyone in the house off to school and off to work. I need to be completely alone for this. Then, I make sure all the curtains in the house are closed so the neighbors don’t see my crying. Next, I always leave a note for someone in case I am never heard from again. This way they know where to look for my body. After that, I find my ugliest, oldest sweat pants and tee shirt, the kind that I wouldn’t even wear to a laundromat at 3am on a Tuesday night. This work can get dirty and it’s best to be prepared. Now that I’m ready, the time has come to get started. I approach the door to my kid’s room, kick it open, and dive in. Wow, it’s a mess. The on