Do you have a chore that you tend to put off until the last minute, the chore you can’t stand to do? A friend of mine despises sorting socks. She said it drives her so crazy that she refuses to do it. When anyone in her home wants to keep their feet cozy and warm, they have to dig through a laundry basket filled with the whole family’s clean socks.
One of the most distasteful chores to me is cleaning dirty dishes. I guess it’s the never-ending nature of it that gets to me. After stepping away from a sparkling clean kitchen, I’ll turn around to get a drink of water or something, and *POOF* another dirty dish has sneaked into the sink (or appeared on the counter, coffee table, TV tray, or a few other odd places).
Many years ago, a magazine I was reading contained a poem about being thankful for dirty dishes. In hopes of improving my attitude, I made a small poster of the poem and hung it on the cabinet beside the kitchen sink. When feeling particularly cranky about having to scour food-encrusted plates–again–I would read it out loud while scrubbing the dishes.
Having a dishwasher helps tremendously these days. I still tend to procrastinate on doing dishes, but my attitude is better after years of reading this poem: