I give my house a thorough cleaning about once a month.
I go around with this nifty little wand thing and tame the cobwebs.
I get right under the beds.
Surfaces get cleared off. If you are anything like us, any flat surface has a tendency to get buried under STUFF. It's all important stuff mind you. Beside my end of the couch, there is a cedar chest. It is full of Christmas junk and dead laptops, so I don't lift the lid more than once or twice a year. As a result, the standard stuff does not move. There is a lamp and the telephone base and the internet receiver thing. Modem? I don't know what it's called, the phone company comes and replaces it every time it falls and breaks....
So what else is beside me RIGHT now? A seed catalogue, my headphone speakers, a hardware receipt, a piece of paper with random notes and messages, a toothbrush, a tape measure, yarn scissors, O'Keefe's working hands cream, eye glasses, and a jewelry box, huh? Then there is the shop manual for our dead Volvo. I have to sort that stuff out. Put it all away in it's rightful home.
EVERY flat surface in my house is like that. Coffee table? We won't go there, that's Mike's domain.
I'm putting stuff away. Getting any little bits of mending taken care of. Making sure we have enough clean sheets and towels to last at least a month. Everything will be dusted and polished the day I head to hospital. From that point on things might get a little fuzzy, but we'll live through it.
Mike will shop and cook, and for that I am so very thankful. He also makes a REALLY good cuppa tea every couple of hours.