Our dachshund was much older, so she kept everything in a centralized area. The shepherd was a puppy, so he would make a mess EVERYWHERE. Loved him to death, but the cleanup was terrible lol

1. Folding laundry! My dad insists that you have to fold the laundry before you move it. Why can't I just put it in the hamper and fold it in my room, where I can sit or listen to music or something.

2. Shoveling snow. Sure, there's a blizzard outside and it's Saturday night, but our 3000000ft (exaggeration) driveway needs to be spotless! Oh, don't forget about the back porch either!

3. Making my bed. I still don't unless it's freshly laundered. I got that from my mom.

4. Cleaning the bathtub. I loved cleaning as a kid. I always thought it was relaxing and a nice way to pass the time. The bathtub, though, was the one place I hated. It's just so much actual work! (lol) I actually got so desperate a few times that I mopped the inside of the bathtub.

5. WAXING THE CARS IN TEXAS. It's Summer, so my dad insists that we wax and shine everyone's car! Okay, sounds fun at first because I like cleaning--WRONG. First of all, it's 300 degree outside. Secondly, when you apply the wax, even if you're in the shade, it just hardens up instantly which leads to, thirdly, the pain in the ass that it is to buff the wax.

I totally forgot about this one. Yes, this! Ugh!

^^ Just put everything on hangers. Makes life much easier lol

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The mental image of this made me laugh really hard, lol

Taking the recycling up, because while the trash cans roll, we have to haul 2 heavy recyclable bins from the back to the front of the house.

- Emptying the dishwasher. It wasn't even necessarily the task itself, it was hearing my mom's voice... love her to death, but she just always managed to sound so NAGGING when she asked me to do it!
- Taking out the garbage. Okay this isn't even a fair task because, coming from a Polish family, we keep our tiny mini trash can under the sink. And instead of emptying it when it gets full, like most functional people would, everyone decides to shove more and more trash on top until it overflowed and then you'd have to take some of the trash out, into another bag... ugh.
- Cleaning out the sink. At our chapter house, every sister who lives in has their "weekly work party" where they have one specific chore they do every week. I clean up dinner Thursday nights, and the most disgusting thing is definitely cleaning all the gross food bits out of the sink drain... ew!

This. I HATE FOOD BITS!!!!!

Loved the day we got our first garbage disposal... and I will never go without one again either. No more food bits!

When I was a teenager, it was my job to drive the recycling to the local high school (where I attended) and empty the recycling into the bins in the parking lot. I hated this chore and circumvented it by loading the recycling in my trunk and just driving it around for weeks on end.

Well, my senior year, there was something I really wanted for Christmas. My folks went out of Black Friday and got it for me. They subsequently wrapped it and hid it in the trunk of my car with all the recycling. They were certain I wouldn't take the recycling prior to Christmas and if I did, they would let me have the gift early.

They were right. I never did find the gift in the trunk. Looking back, I don't know why I hated the recycling. I drove past the bins every freaking day.

dusting. oh yeah, and having to iron my fathers work shirts.

Brushing out the dogs. And doing drive by sweeps twice a day in the summer. Shedding german shepherds are the WORST.

Opening the garage door
 

My parents were to darn cheap to get an automatic garage door opener. They didn't just have standard metal garage door, they had it covered with wood so it matched the house perfectly. It was a little heavy. Especially in the winter. So either my sibling or I had to get out of car and pull open the garage door. I hated getting out the car, especially in the snow to pull that having thing up.

After I graduated from high school they sprang for garage door opener. Go figure. No kids to do it.

My first assigned chore was setting the table. If I failed to set the table properly by dinnertime, my father would set the table - for himself and my mother and NOT me.

I also had to have all my homework done by dinnertime (never mind the sh!t ton of homework I got from my AP classes during my junior and senior years, and the fact that I ran track and had practice every afternoon). I vividly remember one evening when my father accused me of slacking off and threw a glassful of water in my face.

Non-automatic garages do have their advantages. My dad likes to remind me about the time I closed the garage door with my car clicker and drove away without realizing he had left his ridiculously expensive bike leaning against the side, half in and half out of the garage. Crunch... (Who leaves valuables in doorways anyway?!)
The sensor is not always effective. We also narrowly avoided a cat-related accident with a non-so-sensitive sensor and a cat who thought she was a little thinner than she actually was...