Showing posts with label doing dishes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label doing dishes. Show all posts

Thursday, December 10, 2020

Building Empires with Dishes and Other Chores

           My mom loved to iron when she was a girl.  She grew up in a day before permanent press and I was still in school when the iron didnt seem so important as during the years prior.  


I dont know why my mom loved ironing although it had gone from love to I dont mind over the years.  I loathe ironing.  Really HATE it in fact.  I always end up burning myself.  Whatever Im ironing ends up with at least two creases where they neednt be.  Other than the ironing part, I dont mind laundry sorting, washing, drying and folding. I dont especially enjoy putting clothes away. 

            When I was younger my mom taught Patrick and I how to do the “dishing” chore.  We first learned to dry and then put away and then she taught us how to wash by hand and finally unloading and loading the dishwasher.  I seemed to make dishes a bigger chore for my mom before I learned the “put away” step.  Instead of grouping dishes together I would create elaborate displays – often running out of table room before my masterpiece had finished.  NOBODY liked putting dishes away after I had dried them. 

certainly not the greatest picture but to provide a visual 
-though not as elaborate as my from childhood

            My least favorite chore is vacuuming or sweeping the floor.  They don’t call it “chore” for nothing.  Vacuum refuses to suck or gets clogged up.  There is always a wrestling match involved.  The vacuum frustrates me.  It seems the heavier they are the better they are at doing their job.  And that wears me out.

Sweeping into the dustpan – forget it.  There is always a trail.  ALWAYS.  And after I mop I have loosened up even more stuff to sweep.  At least mops, brooms and vacuum cleaners have evolved over the years.  



Even irons.  Oh, what a joy it must have been to be a pioneer!