I must confess… I don’t clean. My hatred of household chores is kept to an absolute minimum because I do the absolute minimum. I know that sounds lazy but when TheGamer and I first moved in together his lack of skills in the kitchen made it obvious that he’d never lived out of home before. He tried, bless him, he tried (or at least made out that he was trying – all those ruined dishes could have been on purpose) but coming home one night to a curdled pasta dish for my birthday was the last straw and I saw an opportunity to strike a *ahem* mutually beneficial deal.
I cook, he cleans.
A simple division of chores that meant he got out of cooking and I got out of everything else. We struck that deal eight years ago and apart from the bathrooms which I prefer to clean (I know, I’m weird), the shared load of the clothes washing which never seems to get put away and any last minute cleaning frenzies for unannounced visitors we’ve stuck to it ever since.
I don’t iron, I go out of my way to buy wrinkle-free clothes and recently bought a hand-held clothes steamer so hubby can take care of his work shirts easily and without too much complaint. Doing the dishes, despite the fact that we have a dishwasher is a chore I can’t stand – loading the dishwasher is ok but unloading it? Yuck, I’ll avoid that thanks. I don’t mind mopping, there’s something soothing about the rhythmic figure 8 motion but I hate to vacuum and the only feather duster I have is for role play.
I’ll admit that there are times where I hate the thought of having to cook yet again but that’s what purse-cooking (takeaway) is for and it’s oh so worth it to have to avoid regular tasks like loading and unloading the dishwasher, dusting, vacuuming, taking the bin out and all those other things my hubby does around the home to keep it looking… well, let’s just called it lived in; spotlessly clean rarely happens in our house.
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