I started to title this *Chores I Hate*, but really, if you don't hate it, it's not a chore. Am I right or am I right or am I right or am I right? (Know where that's from? Anyone?) There is, though, a spectrum, I think. A sliding scale of dislike, if you will. So here are the ones at the very bottom of my list. The ones I put off as long as I possibly can, and I would gladly give over to someone else to do, if there was someone else to do them.
1. Dishes. I hate washing dishes. I got used to it, when I worked at the Porch-- I had wash tons of them, and clean out all the gunk in the drain strainer. Ewww. I mean, really ewwww. But working with (mostly) lazy college students, someone had to do it. Thank goodness for my friend Andrew, who shared the duty with me. But still. I hate washing dishes. I don't mind putting them away... or just taking them off the rack as I need them. ;) The sink fills up here pretty fast-- it's never-ending-- and spills over to the counter (as if we have much space as it is...) and I ignore it for as long as I can (until I run out of dishes or cutlery, or Kenny does the washing up).
2. Ironing. I hate ironing. I'm not bad at it, I know how, I can do it. I just hate that I have to. I mean, in the States I could get away with hardly ever ironing anything, because the dryers take wrinkles out. I never ironed jeans, or tee-shirts, or most anything else, really. Here, the dryers put wrinkles in. How annoying is that?! So I do the laundry, and try to go for as long as possible wearing things that were already ironed. Until I have a nice big stack of new clean things to iron... I figure I might as well save up and do a lot at once, rather than having to do little bits every few days (our laundry is teensy, weensy sized, so I have to do smaller loads more often). At least I can watch tv while I iron. But still. Ugh.
3. Scrubbing the tub. Mainly I hate doing this because it hurts my back, bending over like that. I can usually get away with ignoring the tub, until I want to take a bath. Then I scrub it. Good.
4. Mopping. Again, this has to do with it bothering my back. And the fact that I have to wait forever for it to dry.... I got pretty proficient at this when I worked at the Porch as well, especially the summer that Andrew and I were pretty much the only employees, and we had to mop the whole place every day. Here, I just don't do it, unless we are having people over. I'm just that lazy.
5. Changing linens. Okay, not all the linens. I don't mind the pillows and the fitted sheet... even on my loft bed. Which makes it a bit more of a hassle. But still. What I really don't like is putting the duvet into the cover. Maybe it's because I didn't grow up with duvets-- I grew up with quilts and blankets and comforters. So I don't know the best, or easiest, way to get the dang thing back into its cover. Maybe it's partly because I have a loft bed in a room the size of a glorified closet, which means there is very little room to maneuver the big fluffy behemoth. Maybe I'm just an idiot and can't figure it out. Whatever the reason, it's so bad that I change out all the other linens, and then just sleep with the duvet uncovered until I can't stand it anymore. Which is scratchy, and static-y, and not so great. Seriously.
6. Cleaning the litterbox. Oh, how I cannot wait to not have pets for a little while. I'm tired of the smell, and the hair, and cleaning the dang box. Kenny does it most of the time, but still. I like our cats, and I'm glad they are here. But when I leave here (eventually...), I won't have any pets for a bit. Honestly.
Okay, I guess that's enough griping for now. =D