My dog is a real shedder, to the point that if I leave the vacuuming for more than a week, little tumbleweeds form and float around the house. Needless to say, guests see this and think it’s MY fault. It’s the dog, I say, the dog!
I kinda like vacuuming though. I have a dyson that sucks better than any v/c I’ve ever used before. The only problem is the canister is tiny, at least in proportion to the amount of dog hair that accumulates in a week. This part I hate; emptying the canister into a garbage bag, which inevitably ends up blowing lots of dust into my face. Grr!
But I have to concur with those who hate dusting. I live on a main road and leave the front door open so the mutts can go in and out. It also provides a cooling breeze. On this breeze, however, travels the dust of a thousand passing cars… and it gets into EVERYTHING. I dust, but in a day it’s all back again. Aeeeiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
As for the laundry, I have a routine. I wash work clothes in one load, then everything else in another. If there’s stuff left over, it can be washed as needed, or whenever the hell I feel motivated to do it - at least if I lack the motivation or need to wash those extras… my work gear is clean!
I don’t mind doing the dishes all that much. But it’s probably because I’m anal about having a clean kitchen and I like to see it all sparkly clean. I can’t stand getting up in the morning and seeing dishes sitting out.
The job I hate the most is cleaning the bathroom. Especially the kids’ bathroom. Seven year old boys have really lousy aim.
Laundry sucks too, like Caprese said. It never ends.
I will do every load of laundry mentioned in this thread (washing and drying) if someone else would please put it away for me. I’ll run those bloody machines into the ground, sort like a fool, and even lug the stuff all over the house for you, if I never have to hang another thing in a closet. Tedious.
One more vote for litter boxes, as well. If we weren’t toilet training a two-year-old, I’d try it with the cats.
[sub]Can’t you just imagine that conversation?
“Daddy, I need to go to potty!”
Well, sweetie, Simon’s in there right now. You’ll have to wait a minute.[/sub]
Dusting is okay with me, but one thing that’s just disgusting is cleaning the cat’s litterbox. If I forget to clean it for half a week it becomes practically one solid mass. Ugh.
But this is nothing compared to watching one of the dogs eating it.
Emptying the slop jars, slaughtering the hogs and beating the rugs.
Seriously, my husband and I agreed when we first married that I would be responsible for the house and he would be responsible for the yard. Neither one of us does a damned thing and we are very happy. But sometimes I think that if I ever dusted, I probably wouldn’t like it.
Washing dishes - Gives me backache and the detergent makes me sneeze.
Ironing - Backache again. That and I just detest it.
Cleaning the bath - Well once again, backache. I also have really crappy knees and the top of the bath is just the right height for me to whack them against.
Washing dishes. Tedium. Luckily, I rarely wash the dishes. Sometimes I rewash glasses after the SO has washed them, as he doesn’t do them very carefully. Grease smears. Yuck.
Ironing. Tedium. Unless I’m in an ironing mood, which happens about once every ten days.
I don’t mind washing dishes, but I hate putting them away. I hate putting groceries away, too. Oh, and putting away clean clothes after doing the laundry.
The bathroom is the worst, but anything that touches water regularly is a real disaster in my house. We have yukky well water that is orange and turns everything orange (even my blonde hair, at times). The toilet always looks like someone took a toxic dump. The bathtub has a big orange ring after 5 days. I have to use Iron Out in my laundry to keep my whites white. The dishwasher gets funky and my sink needs to be Chloroxed frequently. We ARE getting a whole-house water filter very soon. Or someone’s gonna die.
I hate washing dishes. My hands get wrinkly, water sploshes on you and the stuck on food particles are just gross. Especially if they have been partially submerged in water, then they become almost unidentifiable and look like sluggy magotty swamp creatures.
I also can’t stand de-boning chicken or touching chicken with the skin on in any way. I don’t mind cooking chicken, it’s usually what we eat at home, and I gladly pay extra at the store for boneless skinless chicken just so I don’t have to touch it, but every now and then, I end up with chicken leg quarters and that chicken juice smell just makes me sick. I can’t seem to get the smell off my hands no matter how many times I wash them. I can’t stand the way the skin feels or that greasy chicken film, uuuggggghhh.
Anything that involves actually putting stuff back where it belongs, including–but not limited to–unloading the dishwasher, putting away laundry, gathering and putting away books, toys, etc.
However, once the clutter is finally clear (which, again, I can hardly stand to do), I actually don’t mind chores that involve scrubbing and harsh chemicals, as well as the satisfying click-clack of a vacuum cleaner sucking up dirt. In fact, if you open up the windows, turn up the music, and toss me a beer, I’d almost admit to enjoying it.
There’s really only one domestic chore that I detest. Hanging washed clothes on the clothesline. I can’t stand it. I currently own four indoor drying racks and unless I’m doing big things like the bedding, it all hangs indoors on a rack no matter how sunny a day it is.
To the duster-haters : All my furniture is black, showing up dust really easily, but I actively enjoy dusting. How about you come over and hang my clothes on the line whenever I wash the sheets, and I’ll come over and dust your house for you
I love clean laundry (::croons contentedly: but trying to finickily press wrinkles outta anything cloth just results in my permanently imbedding dire wrinkles exactly where they shouldn’t be, but with lots of wrestlin’, sweatin’ and swearin’.
It’s probably a hideous applied-math thing, being able to recognize the (*%$@ principle but not being able to make it work.
And don’t tell me those weird off-seam creases are right. If yer gonna iron sumpin’, the point is to make it smooth!
