In no particular order:
I hate folding laundry. I don't mind putting it in the washer, transferring to the drier, taking the clean laundry out of the dryer but I HATE folding it and putting it away. If I ever have "people", they can fluff, fold and put away.
I hate running errands. It's not like my time is precious because I'm oh-so busy during the day (Believe me, I'm anything BUT busy) but going to the bank, post office or getting gas for my car makes me grumble (or kvetch!).
I hate giving Lucy her insulin injections. It's not difficult, it doesn't hurt her but I hate it. I dunno why; I just do.
I hate paying bills. Doesn't matter if there's plenty of $$$ in the checking account, I hate sitting down and paying bills. It's depressing. Especially since our medical insurance is more than our monthly mortgage payment, which is SO wrong.
I hate picking up dog poop in the backyard (like anyone LIKES to do this). My dog, my chore.
I hate unloading the dishwasher. Shockingly, I don't mind loading it. See "Laundry" above.
So there ya go.
Darling, ya killin me. Although I hate laundry - but I will do it IF and only IF I start the bloody thing, the dog poop - well, unless we all get magic dump elves, it is the cross we must all bear.
ReplyDeletespeaking of mutts, my Lovely - will he or won't he pass 7th grade son took the dogs for a walk in the pouring rain. They are all now back, one boy and 2 80 lbs dogs. Soaking wet. Smelling like......well, like wet dog. It is the month of May. The day before school ends. And it is raining, although the last 3 days it was in the mid 80s.
As much as Kelly complains about doing household chores (not a shock to anyone who ever has visited Casa Petaluma) I loooooove to kvetch about the weather. See, I can't do it to my hubbin, who was born in the Great White North and was raised in the Icebox of the Nation. To him, 40 degrees is a tropical heatwave.
Kvetch OUT!