Putting laundry away is the worst. This is a fact.
(Oh god.) You’re sitting there facing a mountain (or molehill) of clean clothes. You steel yourself and take a t-shirt off the top. Your life is in immediate danger. Is this one she hangs up, or one that she folds and puts in the drawer?! How can I tell?! Then more t-shirts, and jeans that resist folding nicely, and forty-seven tank tops. (Why do you have so many tank tops?) Pairs of boxers you need to turn rightside-in from inside-out. Shirts you need to hang up, women’s clothing that you need to hang up but refuses to stay on hangers. Those damn dryer sheets. Then the worst part of all, the dreaded sock matching! It’s like a crappy kid’s game! Doop de doop brown sock goes with brown sock. Your cursed little bootie sock things that are just a tragedy to keep together. Then you have to put it all away. In the closets. In the dressers. There’s no room in this drawer. Now this stuff goes in the other closet. Where the hell did this sock come from? I don’t have enough hangers to hang all these shirts. Dammit that skirt just fell on the floor. Kid, stop playing on the folded things. I don’t even know where this thing goes.
Any chore that requires knowing some intricate lost-on-me process like sorting my girlfriends laundry is her task. I don’t do it, and I refuse to learn.
I don’t mind putting my laundry up EXCEPT the shirts I have to iron. Ugh. Usually I iron them while watching a TV show. That helps.
Washing dishes is the worst. If I didn’t have such a small apartment and I could customize the layout more and add a dishwasher it wouldn’t be so bad, but I’ll be buying a house soon and it isn’t worth the time/money/effort.
We have two humans, two dogs, a cat, and a bird. Officially, the cat’s not mine (oh yes, I do use that excuse) so I don’t have to do the kitty litter as it quickly sets off my gag reflex.
The most hated one I do actually perform is dusting. I’m a minimalist. I like clean lines, a few well placed items and the room is complete to me. My SO on the other loves Roseville pottery and other arts & crafts era ephemera. The very expensive clutter makes it a real pain to dust.
Scrubbing the bath surround. It’s the thing I do the least. Everything else is pretty easy. I think really I just hate dealing with all the hair (I have hair that just gets left everywhere) and also you can’t see what you’re cleaning, only feel it. So while you can feel that it’s dirty or clean, you can’t step back and see what nice job you did.
Cleaning/emptying the sink traps. Show me blood, guts and gore all day and I’m unfazed. Make me touch a food particle filled sink trap and I start heaving.
Man, folding laundry is one of my, well, not FAVORITE, but least hated chores. I can do it listening to a podcast or watching Netflix and I love the transformation of big jumbled pile of fabric pieces into neatly folded stacks.
Granted, actually putting it AWAY is a bit more annoying. Especially hanging shit up. I hate it!
Besides cleaning up cat vomit? Unloading the dishwasher. I have never quite figured out why I dread it so much, especially because it only takes a matter of seconds.
Especially hanging shit up. I hate it!