No one really likes to do chores, but I think we all enjoy the results of a clean, tidy home. I am convinced there are certain chores each person disdains above all others, for me it is mopping (and ironing but mostly mopping). I HATE mopping. I would rather clean the toilet than mop. Mr. Pea isn’t too fond of mopping either so, as a result, our house does not get mopped up very often.
When spring cleaning rolls around, Mr. Pea like to vacuum. He does a VERY through job of this too. With two cats in the house he can spend hours vacuuming every nook and cranny. I usually clean the bathrooms and the kitchen but neither of us touch the mop.
There are times when mopping is unavoidable, like after a New Year’s party and the floor is sticky from spills, but generally those don’t come around all that often. Today I broke down and mopped the kitchen floor. The dirt spots where everywhere and I can only take so much. It didn’t even take me that long, but ugh, I am not expanding into the living room that’s for sure. Lol!
I am not sure where this hatred of mopping came from. My mom doesn’t mop all that much either, but she’s never claimed to hate it. Honestly, I think it’s the fact that you have to sweep first. Mopping seems redundant after you’ve swept a floor clean. Then once you are done mopping you can’t use that room for a while. For instance, immediately after mopping the kitchen floor I needed to get in there. You can’t win.
I am happy with the results though! 😉
As an aside, I’ll share a childhood story about chores.
I did not like cleaning my room as a kid and figured out one day how to make it go by faster. I hid all my clothes, clean or dirty, under my bed or in piles in the side of my closet. Then I stayed in there playing with toys long enough to make it seem like I had done a good job. When laundry day would roll around I took all my hidden piles out to be washed, only to throw them back in the closet or under the bed when my mom returned them to me. I got away with this for maybe a week or two before my mom started questioning why I had so much laundry all the time. She started seeing clothes she knew she just washed and that I hadn’t worn. It was then she discovered what I was doing and broke down into tears. Let me remind you my mom was doing laundry for a family of six! I felt so bad I had brought my mom to tears. I didn’t understand how much laundry she was doing for everyone. I also didn’t understand that she would rather be playing too. As a punishment, I had to do the laundry that day, for everyone. She also stood over me and watched me fold and put away my clothes for a good while after that. I understood why this was such a big deal to her.
Now it is my second nature to fold and put away clothes immediately. This drives Mr. Pea a little nuts. He HATES folding about as much as I hate mopping. Therefore it’s really sweet when he does fold, especially my clothes. He likes to fold my clothes up as small as possible, so it always makes me laugh when I open a drawer and see a very little stacks of shirts. That’s love right there!
Happy Friday Everyone!