May 1, 2007

• Least Favorite Household Chores

  Another rainy day in Oklahoma, but I'm not complaining.  Every bit of this rain is a much needed replenishing from the drought we experienced last year (and the year before).  It's also good for Jesse's business - more rain, more grass to cut.  I don't know what's on the slate for today.  Jesse and Marcus won't be able to work due to the wet lawns.  When Jesse stays home, it changes my entire routine.  Like right now . . . everyone is sleeping (except for my early bird, Luci) and I'm having to be very quiet.  Normally, I'm banging pots around at 8am!  I got up early, took a shower, cleaned the bathtub, got dressed, and (except for my hair) I'm ready to go.  I just don't have anywhere TO go! 

  The only thing I have to do today is a attend to the large laundry basket of "whites" needing to be folded.  I put the basket in the den last night, but the "folding fairy" didn't come in the middle of the night!  Much to my dismay, it was sitting, untouched, in the same place I left it last night.  I tried to use the basket as a foot rest this morning, but my feet kept falling into the basket.  It's become painfully obvious, the only thing left to do is to fold the entire mess.  Folding "whites" is one of my least favorite household tasks.  Probably because there are so many pieces.  Imagine, 3 little girls, 6 socks a day, times 7 days, which comes to 42 socks.  Then Jesse's socks.  Then the the girlie cotton underwear and the white washcloths I use in the kitchen . . .  I save it all up so I can run the washer once a week with bleach.  Economical and efficient, but a horrible job when it comes to folding.

  I rank folding the "whites" right up there with making a tossed salad.  It's easier now that I've sprung for the fancier lettuces that are prepackaged, but I remember the "days" when I had to tear the lettuces and slice the carrots, etc. to make a salad.  The whole procedure has always irritated me, for some reason.  Salads were one of my assigned childhood jobs while living at home.  Even to this day, when there is a potluck and someone asks me to make a salad, I always "redirect them" and ask if there's something else they need!

  Then there's the chore of collecting and taking out the trash.  I'm so glad to have a male in the house who rarely leaves that job for me!  That was another one of my weekly childhood jobs, when I was growing up.  I think I dumped enough garbage, by the time I was 18, to count for the rest of my life.  It isn't the smelliness or the thought of things being dirty, I just detest collecting it, taking it all to the big trash can, and taking THAT to the curb.  Of course, then the can has to be brought back in and all waste baskets have to be relined.  Writing about it even sets me sideways inside!  Such a bother!

  The only other detestable job I can think of is emptying the dishwasher.  Shouldn't I be grateful that I HAVE a dishwasher?  I am; but, I put off emptying it every single day of the week.  I timed myself one time and it took less than 3 minutes to empty it and put everything away!  So, what's the problem?  Before I set out to do the task, it seems like a monumental chore looming ahead of me.   Every day, I have to force myself to empty the thing and then I wonder, afterwards, why I stalled for such a long time!

  At least my dishwasher doesn't have to be emptied this morning, the trash cans aren't overflowing, and I'm not having a tossed salad for dinner.  Guess my only cross to bear is my "whites" needing to be folded!

   

   

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