I go on a housekeeping tear once in a blue moon, the collapse and torpidly watch it all go to pot again.
I like doing laundry (clean clothes smell!) and keeping the kitchen and bathroom gleaming. But I have an irrational and deep seated hatred for stacking and unloading the dishwasher. I’d rather hand wash them. Go figger.
It helps–a bit–to load the silverware in by type: forks, spoons, knives, so I can unload them in order. I’ve had a dishwasher full of clean dishes and washed up bits and pieces as I’ve used them rather than unload the sucker.
Yeeks to doing the dishes. I hate it. I guess it’s because it was my designated chore growing up with six siblings, and I’m stuck with an 11 year old mind thinking it will take forrrreeevvvveerrrr…
Karma rebounds and blessed me with a husband who doesn’t mind it.
Toilets I attack as a mission. Sometimes I’ll let em go a bit long. But when someone’s coming to visit, it’s the first thing I do: scrub that toilet til it’s spotless. I dunno, it’s some weird mental vortex…there can be stuff piled up on the kitchen table, but the toilet has to be spotless. If the guest doesn’t use the bathroom, I feel kinda letdown.
I’m with MoosieGirl (and the others) who dislike it all.
But I’m single, so something has to be done.
So I have a cleaning lady. Bliss!
(This post could be considered sexist. Can I just say therefore, that I’m sure I would have the same attitude if I was female, and also that I would be happy to have a cleaning man.)