As a kid, I do not remember weekends being that giant of a deal.
I believe a lot of other families had fun activities that they did together, however in my household the people I was with and I did not really interact much.
Weekends were just two afternoons without university. I had to entertain myself and be as quiet as a mouse while I did it. It wasn’t the most fun or entertainment, that has for sure. Another thing that weekend’s signaled was the necessity of completing our bi-weekly chores. As soon as Monday morning came around, my Dad was on our cases about our responsibilities. One of my least preferred chores was dusting. I hated the interest, because it seems love it was never ending. I felt as if the services were dusty again before I even finished cleaning the room. Whenever I thought I was done, my Dad would come in and start yelling about the terrible quality of my work, then she would accuse myself and others of barely trying. In truth, I was cleaning up the dust as fast as I could. I could never understand how there was such a perpetual flow of indoor dust and debris. When I got older, I started to understand indoor air quality and contamination better, and I realized the answer. What I really needed to do as a child, was to wash out the air vents and air ducts on a proper basis. That is the source of my dusting nightmare. If I had been instructed to wash the out the filthy air ducts or clean down the air vents, I would have been preventing the buildup of such nasty debris. Now that I am an adult, I never neglect my indoor air ducts and I never have to dust.
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