Comments on: Ask the audience: Dreaded chores

By: Keter

Keter — Sun, 02 Sep 2007 02:05:18 +0000

ANYTHING in my kitchen. My kitchen is a horrorshow…very makeshift because I can’t afford to remodel it yet. There’s no room to do anything, and it’s so narrow only one person can be in there at a time — but almost always somebody has to be in the refrigerator a dozen times, and the three dogs are always underfoot until I yell at them. It’s old and worn, so cleaning it is a major pain. I also can’t get anyone else in my household to help with dishes or even wiping up their own spills or throwing away their own trash…that gets really old really fast since I’m also the one who does all of the cooking. Grr.

By: Milehimama

Milehimama — Fri, 31 Aug 2007 16:48:08 +0000

Cleaning out the minivan, which has 8 seat belts but currently holds 9 people (4 in carseats or boosters).
Although, perhaps if I started doing it every week it wouldn’t be so bad!

By: Carol

Carol — Fri, 31 Aug 2007 11:44:32 +0000

Just one dreaded task??? I would have to say putting away laundry and weeding the garden. My ideal laundry room would be huge, and have a huge side area where all the family clothes would be kept, with a changing room

By: Heather

Heather — Fri, 31 Aug 2007 11:09:26 +0000

Meredith, sorry if I wasn’t clear… mattress pads are every other week, sheets are weekly. I don’t mind just doing the sheets, but for some reason the mattress pads just make it so much more difficult. It adds a load to the day and those mattresses can be a pain to wrestle with.

By: kim replogle

kim replogle — Fri, 31 Aug 2007 02:41:47 +0000

The bathroom and the refrigerator. The bathroom: I have 2 teenaged sons who are, apparently, severely challenged in the aiming department. They can’t flush either…’nuff said there. The fridge is similar in that NO ONE other than myself, can wipe up a spill. Instead they are all (hubby included) very skilled in finding something that will cover the spill…like a pot or a plate (both of which are actually forbidden… I didn’t collect all that plasticware just for the fun of trying to store it in an organized manner) or a carton of milk….

thanks for the opportunity to vent. anyone wanting to trade jobs, drop me a line…

By: themomhalf

themomhalf — Fri, 31 Aug 2007 01:48:59 +0000

mowing the lawn:

— someone has to watch the baby, the mower needs gas, it doesn’t always want to start (it’s a pull start), i get hot and sweaty, i end up taking breaks to straighten up whatever the children have gotten into, running over toys, finding those puppy bombs my son missed – ewwww!, and it’s always too tall to just use the mulcher

- the front yard, run the grass to the compost
- the side yard, don’t leave a mess on the neighbors driveway, don’t run over the rose bush, or the hose, don’t knock the gas meter or the air conditioner
- top half of the back yard, run the grass to the compost,
- the back half (around the swing, the big plastic play cube, the strawberry patch, the garden gate, run over the rhubarb – again!, run the grass to the compost
- the grass behind the garage — watch out for the poison ivy, the mole hills, large sticks from the oak tree – but at least the compost heap is right there

By: Meredith

Meredith — Fri, 31 Aug 2007 01:45:08 +0000

Wow, twice a week on the mattress pads?

I’m doing great to wash them twice a month, though I do change the sheets at least once a week, sometimes twice.

By: Margo

Margo — Fri, 31 Aug 2007 01:05:52 +0000

I’ve always hated cleaning shower walls – they just seem so impossible to clean. And now we have a shower stall with clear doors that shows sports from our hard water in DAYS (even with squeegee-ing after every shower). And if I really want to get them off, I have to scrub them several times with Glass Plus. sighhhhhh

By: carrie

carrie — Fri, 31 Aug 2007 00:02:07 +0000

It’s a tie between dishes and putting away the clothes.

By: Southern Girl

Southern Girl — Thu, 30 Aug 2007 23:29:46 +0000

I hate ironing. Absolutely detest it.

On the other hand, I LOVE folding laundry. Truly love it. As in, I sometimes squeal with glee when the dryer dings.