Welcome to our weekly feature “Know Your Birdies” where every Friday a question is posed and you get to know us through our answers. This week we’ve asked… and answered: What is your most hated chore? Oh, this should be good.
Well, this is easy, and definitely not original. But… I… hate… bathrooms. Cleaning any surface in the bathroom is the equilvalent of going to the dentist for a root canal for me. Seriously. And I don’t say this to discourage you from coming to my house after drinking a gallon of water, but scrubbing the tub or toilet inevitably continues to move down on my to-do list each and every day. Meaning a sparkly bathroom is a seldom occurance at Casa Olbinski. Of course, if my bathrooms looked like either of these, I might have to change my stance on cleaning them… or at least fork out the money to have someone do it for me.
My most hated chore is laundry. It is just a perpetual thing that is never ever done. I do at least two loads a day and still can’t seem to keep on top of it. I guess I don’t mind doing the actual putting it in the washer and dryer bit, but folding it is really what kills me. When I am folding laundry I find myself resenting my family for wearing clothes. That is healthy right? No, I know I really shouldn’t complain because I have a machine that does 95% of the work for me, no hand washing and hanging clothes on the line. I wouldn’t have made it very far in bygone eras.
I’m kind of one of those weird people who likes cleaning in most instances. Don’t get me wrong, I do not enjoy scrubbing my daughter’s latest poo explosion off the floor/stroller/car seat/grandma/you name it- but many of the regular, mundane chores are not offensive to me in the slightest. However, the tasks I do not enjoy are things that make my hands feel gross. Sounds silly? Well rinsing the leftover refried beans off your plate makes me want to hurl. And if I have to scrub those plates in a sea of floaty food particles in the kitchen sink? Ew. (If you are a regular Jimmy Fallon viewer, you will know what kind of “ew” I mean. Ha!) This yuck fest also includes taking out the trash. I don’t care about the smell or the actual work involved, I just don’t want any nasty garbage bits to touch my hands. Maybe I should invest in some of those 1950′s housewife gloves?
How about you? What is your most dreaded chore?