Over the years I did a variety of chores, some with joy, some, not so much:
Dishes was a love/hate relationship. I loved the dishwasher, and actually enjoyed singing with Dad washing the dishes, but can remember losing the plot one day and arguing about putting the dishes away for far longer than it would have taken to put them away.
Praying God doesn’t feel the need for me to reap what I sowed there. Honestly, I’ve learnt my lesson!
As I got older and was at Uni and workin, I did muffin cooking (for the boy’s lunches) and piano lessons for L, J and C rather than the other normal chores as I wasn’t at home quite so much.
Now I’m a mum I totally understand how even making my bed or putting my washing away would have been a big help 🙂