Chores you hated doing when you were a kid
 

What chores did your parents have you do that you couldn't stand doing? My parents had a cleaning lady clean our house ever other Saturday, so I never had to do much in the house. But, that didn't include the yard work. During the summer we had landscapers doing the lawn, but in the fall, we did all the work on the lawn. I hated raking the leaves with my dad. It's just that he had to have everything so perfect. Oh, and he didn't care if the the leaves were wet or dry. It was really awful after it rained. :(

Getting frogs or snakes out of the pool. I hate them. Sometimes I could talk the yard guy into getting the frogs out but he was afraid of snakes too.

Washing dishes. It was never ending. Drying dishes was a close second. I still hate doing both.

Yard work in Texas = Hell

Raking grass. Mom insisted that it be raked after every cutting.
And drying dishes. I'd rather wash than dry. Now I let them air dry in the dish drainer. It's supposed to be healthier!
Nowadays, I hate hate hate ironing. When I was 6 or 7, I'd beg to iron. Mom would let me iron handerkerchiefs and washcloths.
And finally, putting pictures in an album. We have boxes and boxes of pictures - and now flashdrives and flashdrives of pictures - unmounted in albums. I do not see the fascination with scrapbooking!

Cleaning up the dog shit in the basement.

Drying dishes. Washing them: fine. But drying?? Just let them sit on the drying rack and let nature/ God/ the Flying Spaghetti Monster work its magic!
Also making my bed. I still don't do it unless I'm having company who might see my room or if I've just washed my sheets (or tossed around so much in my sleep they aren't on the bed anymore).

LOL. I should add "cleaning up cat barf/poop left as a "present" on my bathmat.

Picking green beans in the garden. For some reason it always had to been done around 4 in the afternoon. I hated it.

I feel you. We had this dog when I was a kid that my mom was too lazy to take outside, so we kept him in the basement which was unfinished. Dude would piss and shit all over the damn place, down there. We would have to go down and clean the shit up. The washer and dryer was also down there, so when we would go wash our clothes, it was like tip toeing through a field of landmines (trying to avoid stepping in piss and shit) just to get to the washing machine.

Making my bed, just because I didn't see any point. I also hate vacuuming.

I hated taking the dishes out of the dishwasher. I still hate it. Don't mind putting the dishes in, though. Yeah, that's weird.

Yard work. My parents enjoyed the planting and pruning; I got to do all the weeding and raking. To this day, I despise plants and refuse to have anything to do with them.

Picking up the dog poop in the yard. YUCK!

This is mine too. Especially that first time in the spring, after a snowy winter when you couldn't pick it up all winter. OMG... disgusting.

Forgot about this.

Dachshund? Not so bad.
German Shepherd? 4th layer of hell.

We had a section of the yard set aside for him to do his business. I imagined that was what quicksand looks like.

I grew up in San Antonio and LOVED doing yard work. In fact I had my own mowing business in high school. I HATED doing anything house related -like dusting, vacuuming, ironing, dishes-my mother always made me do this dometic crap while my brother got to mow the yard. I would always complain that it was so sexist. I finally told her no more at about the age of 14. From then on I got to do the yard work:). Now I hate yard work:p.

I hated it so much that I decided I'll be buying a condo instead of a house so I won't have to mow or trim anything lol

I am with you on that-when I had my house here in Austin I hired people to do the yard. I just didn't have the time nor the energy. Now I live in an apt and will likely be buying a condo soon with no yard. I did make great money in HS though!

Dishes. Still hate it.

I was just about to say picking/snapping green beans! Here all this time I thought I was the only one who despised that job. It didn't seem to bother anyone else in my family.

I hated snapping green beans or any garden work that was tedious. My grandmother used to get us to shell peas, snap beans, take the stems off strawberries and blackberries. I loved the way she cooked and the jelly she made, but I HATED the time-consuming little pain-in-the-butt jobs!

Looking back, I do treasure that time spent with her, but I still hated the specific jobs!

Cleaning the bathroom. It's STILL my least favorite chore! But at least I live alone so it's not as bad now.

Ditto.

Ironing. My mother was obsessive in getting every single wrinkle out especially with sleeves.

Vacuuming also. I could never tell the difference when I was younger. Now I do, but back then it seemed so pointless especially with a dog.

I'm no longer a kid, but things haven't changed. All of the above, heh.

I LOATHE dishes; I paid my sister to do my share back in the day. Now I wash them a couple of times a week (mentally complaining all the while) and use them out of the drainer/washer.

I have a housekeeper now and I live alone in a one-BR apartment; she does the bathroom, kitchen, floors, sheets, vacuuming, dusting, and general heavy cleaning. I love her, pay her well, and encourage her to bring her (adorable) kids (so child care is never a problem).

I don't mind washing and folding laundry, but I HATE putting it away; it happens right before the housekeeper arrives.

this. as soon as i left my parent's house i stopped making my bed.

i decided this too. no yard or house work for me!

i actually like cleaning the bathroom. something about bathing in a sparkling clean tub and seeing a super clean sink makes me happy.

Cleaning the garage.

Funny, growing up I had both of these at the same time. Cleo (the Dachshund) had adorable little poops to match her personality.

Beast on the other hand, well, his name says it all doesn't it? ;)

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

lol
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.