July 5th 2017
Today Alice and I had to make a chores rota. Recently, we’ve been struggling to find the right balance in our shared responsibility of keeping our house tidy. And by that I mean, I’ve not been pulling my weight.
The reason for that is simply that I don’t really like doing chores, so I don’t want to do chores, so I don’t do chores. I am not in the business of doing things that I don’t like doing. And to be honest, I don’t know why anyone is. I just don’t really want to spend my free time pushing a hoover round or dusting the countertops
What I need to learn though, is that Alice doesn’t want to do that stuff either. Although saying that, she does find cleaning the bathroom weirdly therapeutic. Maybe it’s the bleach fumes making her high, I don’t know.
So as much as I don’t want to, I have to help her out more. So we made a list and stuck it to the fridge. On Sundays I hoover and on Wednesdays I do the washing and every day I do the washing up. And Alice will be in charge of the general cleaning and tidying and cooking and shopping and all that good stuff, also on Sundays, we clean the hamster out together.
It does kind of feel like the cleaning rotas we got given when I worked in a restaurant, except I’m not getting paid to do it.
At some point, I’ll just pay someone to do it for me. Because it’s really not an aspect of life I have any interest in taking seriously. I know that makes me sound young, naive and stupid but that’s because I am young, naive and stupid.
I just don’t really like the whole ‘sometimes you have to do things that you don’t want to do’ mentality of adulthood. It sucks.
But, until the day when I can afford to pay someone to come in and put my washing on for me, I have to do it myself.
Until tomorrow, that’s no fun.