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 didn ’ t seem so important as during the years prior. I don ’ t know why my mom loved ironing – although it had gone from “ love ” to “ I don ’ t mind ” over the years. I loathe ironing. Really HATE it in fact. I always end up burning myself. Whatever I ’ m ironing ends up with at least two creases where they needn ’ t be. Other than the ironing part, I don ’ t mind laundry – sorting, washing, drying and folding. I don ’ t 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 seeme...