I hate housework, I already blogged about not ironing but I hate the rest too. Dishes especially. It actually hurts, being freakishly tall, as Yme calls me, means that basins made for standard height people are actually painful to use when you are tall, so not only does the act of washing the dishes suck you land up with a spasm in your back too.
My mom has a little tile thing on the wall that says “dull women have immaculate homes” well lets just say that I could not be called dull if that was the measure. My business partner and good friend Barbara whom I miss terribly surpised me with a visit on Monday morning. I was in my PJs and the dishes were not done. It was far far from immaculate! But I know she loves me despite my lack of a spotless home. It did however make me wake up at 1:30am this morning to do the dishes. I had fallen asleep early and had not gotten around to doing them before. I hate waking up to dirty dishes it just starts the whole day off badly.
So call me spoilt or lazy or untidy or just too damn busy with a business, home school and other stuff to see housework as anything but a monumental pain in the butt, well the back actually.