Yeah, it’s kind of wordy and non-sensical, but here’s my answer:
I would clean my toilet inside and out every day of my life in order to never touch laundry again. Sorting, washing, drying, folding, putting away - gah. It never ends! I’m sure part of it has to do with the lack of storage space and the fact that I’m not happy with my size and therefore not happy with my clothes, but rationales be damned! I hate doing laundry.
I would rather do anything around the house except scoop used kitty litter. So my wife and I made the trade at the beginning of our marriage. She hates vacuuming, so I do that and she takes care of the kitty litter. Problem solved!
There aren’t any household chores that I particulary hate.
I pretty much try to avoid them all, being essentially a lazy shit.
My wife really hates vacuuming, so that’s my job.
I’m one of the rare breed that actually loves doing laundry - sorting, folding, hanging, putting away… It’s all so cathartic in some small way. Like everything is made new again.
On the flip side, I absolutely hate cleaning the bathroom and sweeping/mopping floors. I would rather do 10 loads of laundry anyday than to be asked to clean the bathroom and mop the kitchen floor.
I hate cleaning the bathroom, especially after two teenage boys have wrecked the place, so I’d trade that for extra dishwashing or laundry any day! Also strongly dislike scrubbing floors, but until Trip the Cat decides he will stop kicking his food out of his bowl all over the kitchen floor (cat plays with his food, darn it anyway!), I guess I am obligated to at least spot-wipe the floor regularly.
We should totally move in together. If it weren’t for the fact that, y’know, I already have a family and I don’t know you.
But I actually like cleaning the bathroom (much like **Zsofia **and ironing - I like that it’s a tiny room I can make shiny and clean in only a few minutes - very rewarding!), and I tolerate sweeping and mopping pretty well, but I’d do them both everyday if I never had to do laundry again.
(Although now that I know that “Japanese” way of folding a t-shirt, I’m actually looking forward to laundry day this week. How long do you think that’ll last?)
And can I just make one little hijack to point out that this thread perfectly illustrates why I think plural marriage households might not be a bad idea?
I’ll do your ironing if you do the floors.
A friend of mine reached the following agreement with his flatmates: he’d make sure there was edible just-nuke-it stuff in the fridge 24/7 and would clean only his room. He wouldn’t do dishes, take down the garbage, clean the bathroom or any of that. Since they were law students, who are notorious at least around here for sitting on their butts most of the year and then turning into vampire werewolves for the month they have tests, the four girls accepted. We used to call that flat his harem… (His mother is OC about cleanliness and order)
OMG, another ironer! I swear I’m going to be buried with an iron. I iron every single day. I don’t put on anything without ironing it first and really don’t mind doing it.
I think I’d rather do just about anything rather than wash windows.
I will cheerfully clean the kitchen twice daily to get out of weekly dusting. It’s the chore always left until last, and therefore the most likely to be blown off. Sometimes it goes on so long even my husband will notice it’s dusty and drag out a rag.