When I was growing up, I hated cleaning. I mean, what kid/teenager didn’t? My room was always a mess. And I (as well as my siblings) put up such a fuss when it came time to do the dishes. It’s funny to think back on.
But now that I’m all grown up (riiiight) I find that cleaning isn’t such a big deal. In fact, I get more annoyed by messes than anything. It does get old washing the same dishes every day and folding the same clothes every week (or more) but I come away feeling very satisfied with my self. There’s no better feeling sometimes then marking something off on that mile long To Do List.