I had to apologetically explain to my now-sister-in-law that I would host, but not participate in, a pre-wedding salon pampering day. Don’t book a time for me to have a massage, manicure, pedicure, nor get my hair did. I don’t mind chatting, but I don’t want a stranger touching me.
As for the other mundane stuff? It’s easier to list the mundane stuff I like/don’t mind than what I loathe. My primary domestic skill is living inside a house.
(OK, I cook, I dust ceiling fans, and I enjoy grocery shopping. Everything else sucks, more or less.)
I was hoping that somebody would mention my compatriot Mr. Crisp. Essentially I’m him, forty years younger – except for being fastidious enough always to wash plates before eating off them. I loathe all forms of housework / garden work; so don’t do them, all-but – I live alone, so can get away with it.
I seem to be a perpetual four-year-old, in that I hate the chore of putting my “toys” away when I’m finished with them – so very largely, don’t. It’s quite often maddening when I can’t find a wanted object among / under all the clutter; but for me, what I see as doing the endless, sterile “put away – take out – put away” dance, is more maddening still.
Most housekeeping, really. Folding laundry. Putting away clean dishes. Changing sheets. Cleaning the bathroom.
At work, I hate creating documents in PowerPoint because EVERYBODY’S A FUCKING CRITIC when you present the damn things. No one does this for the actual clinical logic I develop, just the documents.
I never minded doing the mani-pedi (though I hate the colours that brides often choose), and a good massage is always welcome.
But I’m damn picky about my hair, which, when I lived in Florida, was like Hermionie Granger’s, but also fine. So the stylist would put a bunch of heavy crap on to “de-frizz” it, then try to curl it, despite me telling them “That won’t work; with that silicone stuff, it won’t hold a curl. Just dry it straight then curl it; the frizz will go away in an hour.” And then they acted like it was MY fault.
I read about someone who dislikes this so much that he bought two dishwashers.
Load dishwasher A. When it’s full run it. Leave the dishes there, and start loading dishwasher B with dirty dishes, while taking clean ones from dishwasher A when necessary. Alternate.
I thought of another one, making the bed. It’s probably because I’m a sloppy sleeper and covers end up all over. I rarely make the bed, my husband does because he likes it that way, I could crawl in it any which way.
Anything housework related, except the laundry (Because I do like wearing clothes in public) Vaccuming? Noisy and pointless (except when there’s a lot of mess). Dishes? If I lived alone there’s a high likelihood I’d just use paper plates most of the time and keep actual crockery for when I was feeling a bit fancy. Mopping floors? Nope, utter waste of time. You get the idea.
Re “my bolding” above; although a total slob, I have a fair degree of concern about the – broad and general – environment. So, while loathing the drudgery of washing-up, which I basically don’t manage to keep pace with: I’ve never considered the “paper crockery” option, and am in fact not tempted by it. Not saying this to brag or preach – just telling of my personal take on this matter (and will readily admit that as per the facts of things, my position here might well be idiotic).
It’s all good. Most of my country is uninhabitable desert so I’m really not as worried about the environment as much as lots of people would like me to be.
You’re in Australia, yes? Hoping that I, who am not Australian, can get away with remarking, that in thinking about the central deserts of Aus. – I feel inclined to adapt the bit out of Lewis Carroll’s Alice: “There’s nowhere like them. I’m not saying that there’s nowhere better – just that there’s nowhere like them.”
