The last thing I want to do is go home and see the mountain of housework that needs to be done. I just don’t know how people do it. How they can work 40+ hours a week, come home, work from home, cook, clean, do laundry, clean again and still find time enjoy life.
I seriously need to get rich so I can farm these responsibilities out. Or find a house husband. I’d much rather come home and work some more to make the money that I would use to pay someone else can clean for me.
Yes, that is how much I loath household chores.
Fine. Laundry may not be terrible. Folding clothes is just tedious. Cooking is actually the only thing I enjoy.
Cleaning. That’s another story.
I’ve been known to throw away Tupperware and pots and pans to avoid washing them. Yes. Pots. Pans. Tupperware.
Then I learned quickly and started buying cheap Glad or Ziplock containers so I wouldn’t have to feel bad about throwing them away.
But now it just seems immature to throw stuff away because I just don’t want to clean it. So I just leave the extra nasty dishes until my boyfriend gets around to washing them.
Yes. That is how much I hate washing dishes. He finds it therapeutic. He can have all the dishes.
Let me not even begin describing how torturous it is to grocery shop. Even though I’m not the coupon queen, I will make sure to get the best deal for what I’m getting and that means taking the time to shop. Which ends up taking a few hours and a lot of energy.
By the end of my grocery shopping I’m way too worn out to cook or even want to put away the groceries. I become a lazy tired blob who wants to take a nap.
Such terrible first world problems. I don’t know how I will go on.