I’m so mad at myself, I spent nearly and hour painstakingly removing the cracked front screen from my mobile phone to replace it with the new one I’d got in the post only to make a complete fubar. As I placed the undamaged screen down I caught a small edge and all of a sudden I was left with not one but two broken pieces of glass.
In the olden days I would have taken all the various components and directed them to the nearest wall, instead I had a new and more mature way of dealing with the rage building up inside. A much more productive way than having to clean up glass from the wall and floor, I did the washing up.
Mrs G is now used to this phenomena, but in the early days of our courtship she would be really confused why I would sometimes silently clean the house. These moments of house-proudness would also often occur when I had cause to be a little riled.
I really don’t like doing the housework, I hate doing jobs that just need you to keep doing them. I have the same problem with haircuts. I washed the dishes last night, and then I had to do them again. I have a load of laundry going round and it’s made up of the same clothes that were in there last week. The crumbs on the floor may be different, but they still need sweeping up like the last lot.
The list of do-it-now-and-then-it-needs-doing-again goes on. The windows, cleaning the shower, making the bed, the dusting, the garbage, the list never seems to end.
The only benefit is that they are boring, soulless, and repetitive. This is why they are perfect as a mechanism to calm down. I still have to concentrate on dissipating my anger because scuffed sideboards or smashed plates aren’t going to help the situation. Instead I get to be productive rather than destructive, and at least that help’s me feel a little better.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Those Dishes Won’t Do Themselves.”
What’s the household task you most dislike doing? Why do you think that is — is it the task itself, or something more?