You’d be hard-pressed to find a more clean and organized person than my mom. Friends beg her to clean out their closets. When she was visiting me in college, I came home to find that she hadn’t gone out exploring, but instead had lint-rolled my entire bedroom carpet because I didn’t have a vacuum cleaner. Even the closet under the stairs in our unfinished basement was in pristine shape. Sadly, she didn’t pass these traits on to me. I’m much more inclined to, say, stuff a big pile of papers in a desk drawer because company is coming over, type of cleaner. My bedroom stays neat and organized for about one week before it reverts back to its natural, chaotic, state. Unfortunately, that particular gene isn’t passed down.
My mom and I are very different in that regard, but there is one thing we have in common: we both hate, hate, hate doing the dishes. It’s gross, especially if it’s not your own dish! It’s tedious. It’s like a never-ending game of whack-a-mole — you think you’ve done them all and then, out of nowhere, 10 more pop up. My daydreams are about owning a dishwasher; my nightmares are about washing cheese graters.
What about you, readers? What’s your least favorite household chore? What’s your favorite? Do you have any tips and tricks for making dreaded chores more bearable? Tell us about it in the comments!