There are two chores I would rather never ever do. Ever. And, when I was single, I almost never did them.
1) Cleaning toilets. I was better about this when I was single, actually. But there’s something about cleaning a shared toilet that I just can’t get over. It’s a problem. I mean, I share it with The Hunk. I should get over it. But places get dirty and I don’t know how. It’s gotta be his fault, ya’ know? Gross. Let’s move on.
2) Folding laundry. I wish I could get over this extreme hatred. Left to my own devices, I am one of those girls who would rather pull something out of the clean clothes basket and put it on. In fact, in my bachelorette days, that’s pretty much what I always did. I only put my clothes away when I needed a basket to put my dirty clothes in. Furthermore, in my more lazy/busy days, I just skipped the dirty basket altogether and picked up dirty clothes to move them to the laundry room, did a quick tracks retrace to find any strays dropped, and then start up the washing machine. I have/do go to great lengths to be lazy. Again, it’s a problem.
Currently, there is a bit of laundry I need to fold. I’m doing so for The Hunk, who prefers order and organization–and not organized chaos as I prefer.
*sigh*
Procrastinatingly,
PS: They have a washing machine, a drying machine… when are we going to have folding machines?
