Apparently one of mine is unpacking boxes, especially if I have to dust, wash, or otherwise clean what I’ve unpacked. So I’ve had to bargain with myself. If I get X unpacked (X being kitchen boxes or clothes or bathroom stuff or THE NEVER-ENDING OFFICE CRAP), I can unpack more books, the only things I really want to unpack.
So far, it’s working, and the shelves are finally beginning to fill up.
(Penny supervises.)
Any sort of data entry. I’ve tried to train the cat to do it, but he claims it cuts into his sleep time.
I don’t mind data entry, but I wish I could train the dogs to vacuum.
How about, vacuuming a rug I don’t even want anymore, and I really should one day throw it out. :p
I’m with you on that. Hate to vacuum.
Dogs don’t care for (the noise of) vacuuming, either.
Same here–my seniors are mostly deaf and don’t care. But every other dog knows it’s an instrument of the devil.
Laundry! 😉
I dream of laundry. Piles and piles of laundry that need to be done. Wait. That’s not a dream.
Tomorrow … or the next day!) Washing dishes and folding laundry. And OMG, I am lusting for your book shelves!
I love to wash dishes! I’d trade you some bookshelves if you’d vacuum for me, though.
HOUSEWORK. YUCK. I’d much rather be outside.
I wish I had a little more of my mother in me, then my house would be spotless. Alas, it is not to be. But I don’t even have a magnificent yard to show for it.
I seem to recall excitement by the dogs of The new
yardPlayground ready made. Granted, it’s not featured on any of Mom’s favorite home improvement shows, but who needs to improve it? 😉But Lynne’s yard is not only a playground for dogs, it’s stunning with lots of flowers and beds and other features. I barely have time to brush my teeth these days. Gardening is not in the schedule.