As I mentioned before, I’m naturally fairly laidback about chores. I happily do them and pitch in wherever I can (and at times, I do something like 15-20 hours of chores a week). But I’m not someone that’s ever going to be automatically repulsed by clutter or a mess.
This is likely an adaptation based on how I spent my teenage years:
…the short version is that in the 90s, » Read more
I’ve always been pretty laid back about chores, organization, and the state of a home.
I do have a point where I tap out. I don’t like living in squalor. Once upon a time, this tipping point was something I think of as “the tripping point,” i.e., the point at which there’s no clear pathway through a room. » Read more
I’ve been on a cleaning frenzy lately. I recently implemented a new chore list which guides me through most of the motions. Makes keeping things up routine and automatic. Mostly anyway. Sometimes I have to be more intentional.
For example, going by the list, each Friday’s big chore is always miscellaneous. » Read more
Is it being disrespectful of the secondary relationship(s) to expect the person to finish their household chores before they focus their energy on that person/ those people? I’m not talking about saying hi and letting them know you made it home safe. I mean full-on in-depth, could take hours, » Read more
In the 90s, I lived with a wide variety of people. Sometimes I stayed with relatives, but other times I crashed at friends’ houses, friends who were still living with their parents, since their teenaged home lives were more conventional than my own.
At one house I crashed with college professors who had the world’s smallest, » Read more