Tommy: He gets up before everyone and grab his clothes on quickly, sneaking downstairs (after kissing his wife's cheek). He looks at the pile of dishes and inwardly sighs. He turns the radio on and turns it down, finding the station that was playing Frank Sinatra as he begins to pull the dishes out of the sink and set them on the counter. "Fly Me to the Moon" was playing, and he was humming to the beat as he tied the apron around his waist. He stops the sink and turns the water on, putting some soap into it. After he got the water nice and soapy, he starts putting bowls in the right-hand side of the sink where the soapy water was, washing them to the beat of the music. As he did this, he hummed to the music some more, smiling warmly as he did. He finished the dishes and rinses them, grabbing a dry towel and hand-drying them, putting them in the cabinet. Next, he grabbed a mop bucket and a mop with a wooden broom handle. He got a few of the floor cleaner soaps and put them in some water, now ready to mop. As he mopped, he danced around the room, smiling warmly. Finally, he rolls up the carpets and takes them outside, laying them over the balcony rails, grabbing a beater. He beat the dust out of the carpets, cleaning it of all the dusty filth. After he does this, he brings the carpet back inside and rolls them gently back on their designated spots, smiling brightly. Now, he could cook breakfast for his family.
Sam: He's not an early riser, but on cleaning day? He's up at five thirty on the dot, getting ready to clean. He grabs bucket of cleaning supplies and smirks a bit, even grabbing some rubber gloves. ("What? I don't wanna get my hands all pruny".) He first starts with the mopping and cleaning of the rugs, since they always took the longest in his opinion. Once he gets those out of the way, he starts on the dishes, looking at the time on his watch, which read six forty five. He quickly finishes the dishes and begins cooking breakfast and lunch. He eats his breakfast and walks upstairs to his room, where his girlfriend was. He gently sits on the bed and tosses the gloves in his basket of laundry. He leans over and kisses her cheek gently, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I gotta go in early, I'll be home tonight. I love you." He says softly, standing back up.
Paulie: He hums as he felt two pairs of hands on his chest. "Baby..." a feminine voice said gently and quietly. "Paulie...c'mon." That voice says again and he grumbles, peeking his eyes open. His girlfriend, Y/N was over him, straddling him. "Come on. It's cleaning day. You said you'd help me before you went to work." He sighs heavily and nods sleepily. "Oh...okay, alright." She leans down and kisses him, moving off of him as he sits up. He grabs his clothes and makes his way to the bathroom. After he changes, he walks downstairs and sighs softly. There was a lot that had to be done. "Come on. I'll start on the dishes, you start on the floor." She says, and he nods, grabbing a bucket and a mop. She turns the radio on to Frank Sinatra. "Oh come on! I already listen to Tom singing these songs." "Who got up first? Me or you? Whose closer to the radio? Me or you?" He sighs and she giggles. He slowly starts to enjoy the music as he cleans with his girlfriend, smiling warmly. After he finishes mopping, he takes the rugs outside to be beat later. "I'll do that, thanks for taking them outside." Y/N said, and he nods, coming up behind her as she cooked, wrapping his arms around her waist. He kisses her neck gently, humming softly. "I love you, baby, and I'd love to stay, but I gotta go to work." He says as she slides two eggs and toast onto a plate. "Not before you eat breakfast." She says, moving from his embrace to sit his plate at the table. She picks up the coffee pot that began whistling and walks over to his cup, pouring some into it. She then walks outside and grabs the papers as he sits at the table. She hands him his paper and he opens it, reading it as he ate his breakfast. Y/N sat across from him and began to eat her breakfast and work on her crossword puzzle. After he finished, he stands up. "Alright honey bunches. I gotta go to work." He says, and she hands him a brown paper bag. "Your lunch is in there. I love you, have a good day." She says and kisses him deeply, smiling warmly when he kissed her back. He pulls away and grabs his jacket and hat. He pulls his jacket on and points at her. "Don't let me catch you not bein' the beautiful woman you are. Be safe and careful." He says playfully and sternly at the same time. She nods and he walks out, smiling brightly. "What took you so long, fucko?" Sam asks and Paulie rolls his eyes. "Sayin' bye to my girl." He says, and Sam chuckles and nods.
