Growing up I hated housework as it seemed like some arbitrary punishment that my mother foisted upon us every Saturday. Some of it made sense like washing the dishes, but other things like dusting an already polished surface made no sense at all. I grew to hate housework more when I grew up and got married because it seemed as if I was the maid picking up after a houseful of slobs. My now ex-husband thought that if you cooked you should also do dishes and since I always cooked, I was supposed to always do the dishes. And once the kids got old enough to walk, it felt like I was following them around with a pail and shovel.
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