I can’t remember having too many chores as a kid. The ones I remember having, I remember being easily distracted from.
- Washing windows — My favorite springtime chore, I’d wash all the windows on the main floor of our house. I remember especially enjoying the first grime-busting time every year.
- Cleaning my room — I always found something to play with or (more likely) read. I would make my mom sit on my bed and talk to me so that I had company. I think that’s why talking on the phone is one of my most productive activities today.
- Matching/folding socks — It was like a game. I still find it somewhat fun today.
- Feeding the dog — Most people know I’m not a dog person. Part of that stems from having to take disgusting combinations of food out to an animal that would jump all over me.
- Feeding the cat — Does anyone else think cat food smells gross, too?
- Setting the table — I think that my perfectionism was highly evident in this when I’d make sure all the silverware matched and the plates were turned the same way and the glasses were in the right corner. I still do that at Christmas dinner.
- Filling/emptying the dishwasher — If my brother and I could ever duke out who got which one (we won’t mention how literal that may have been to some instances), I’d always choose emptying (a) because I’d be done sooner and (b) because I can’t stand gross dishes that have been immersed in nasty water for several hours. (This is not to be confused with putting water IN a pan to soak it.) As a result, I sometimes find more joy in hand-washing dishes now.