I don’t know about you all, but I find household chores just so mundane and monotonous. How many times can you get spaghetti sauce out of white shirt successfully before you are just over it? How many times can you get the caked on grease off of your skillet before you are considered the dish washing champion of the world?
Personally, I find dishes and laundry my two most hated household duties.
Because they never stop. There is approximately one millisecond between the time you finish the laundry and someone changes their clothes. Or after cleaning your entire kitchen, someone puts an empty cereal bowl and spoon in the sink, and you just want to throw them straight into trashcan.
True confession time (don’t judge me people!): My mother LOVED doing laundry. Loved it. She meticulously separated the whites from the colors and never ever just threw everything in together on a cold water cycle. She took great pride in her ability to get out even the toughest of grass stains. She loved it so much that for my entire first semester of college, I mailed my clothes home for her to wash and return. I mean, sure it took two of my biggest guy friends to carry the box to the mailing room for me, but boy did my clothes come back April fresh!
I finally caved and learned to do it on my own. I saved up my quarters from
beer pong babysitting and found myself spending hours in the local laundromat with my friends, attempting to study in between moving the clothes from the washers to the dryers. Fun times for sure.
I never really saw dishes as such a hassle until I had kids. Because, hello, sippy cups!
Those bad boys come with multiple parts that have to removed for washing and then reassembled with ninja like precision after washing so you don’t wind up leaking chocolate milk all over the back of your car. Don’t ask how I know this.
And kids just have a way of going through plastic bowls and cups like they have a personal servant who will clean up their mess for them. Oh wait…
Like laundry, the washing of the dishes just never goes away. Unless we go to a strictly paper plate/plastic utensil kind of lifestyle, my sink will always be full. And my dishwasher will always need to be loaded or unloaded or sometimes both. I cannot begin to tell you the number of days where my dishwasher has been completely loaded, unloaded, reloaded and unloaded again.
Anyone else feeling my pain?
Do you find yourself stepping over laundry baskets of clean clothes just hoping that they will magically fold themselves? Do you pass by your sink and see the dishes and just keep walking?
If you could give up one of these chores for the rest of your life, which one would it be? Obviously, you will never have to do it again, but it will still be done for you. No living in squalor or having to buy new underwear because you are out of clean pairs. You’re just completely off the hook for one of these household duties.
So, would you rather never have to do laundry or dishes again?