I hate housework. Who doesn't right? Okay, there are some people who really enjoy it. I'm not quite sure what's wrong with those people, but they exist. More than a few of them, even. And it's probably not so much that they enjoy the house
work, but the desire to have everything completely neat and spotless overrides any displeasure they have in the work. I'm thinking
Monk, here (I wonder if Tony Shalhoub is as good as Monk at cleaning?).
Of course, there are parts that I hate more than more other parts and, actually, some parts I don't mind so much. Cooking, for instance, is a part I don't mind so much and even enjoy it. Except for the parts filled with the negative reviews from my kids. I hate unloading the dishwasher, but I don't mind loading it. I don't mind doing the laundry, but I hate folding it. I don't make beds. Vacuuming is okay. But I hate, absolutely hate, cleaning bathrooms.
Maybe, I'm just too close to it? Actually, when cleaning the bathroom, I'd have to say that I am definitely too close to it.
So... the lie... And this one is a bit tricky, because it's a lie, but part of it's true. The lie goes like this:
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Oh, yeah, I'm horrible, I know, but this is an
Indie Writers Monthly post, so click
the link and go find out what I'm talking about. Then, you know, you can come clean my house. You can start in the bathroom.