thursday is cleaning day. thursday is the day motown music blares. winter thursdays are the days when all doors and windows are opened. thursday is the day i lose half my supply of paper towels to the little people before i wise up and switch them to rags. thursday is the day i realize that my pre-kid self would’ve thought three kids “cleaning” together would have been just shy of precious. this thursday is the day that i laugh at my pre-kid self and turn the music up a bit louder and am thankful that at least they’re eager. thursday is the day that nap time/quiet time is indeed quiet because of all the rambunctiousness of the morning. thursday is the day that the floors are clean, omar notices, and i kiss him.