Answer? Because we generally hate doing them.

I have a solution. I won’t say it’s foolproof or ideal for everyone, but it works for me.

One: don’t do the chore you hate the most. Delegate it where ever possible. This helps if you have a good relationship with your OH and plenty of kids. Delegate, delegate, delegate.

Two: just don’t do it. I mean, at all. Like ironing. If I had kids they would probably be calling me from the school asking me why X child turned up looking like they were dragged through a hedge backwards.

I have long since given up on doing any ironing. When push comes to shove though for something really really important then, well, I can be found iron in hand flattening wrinkles into submission. But that is probably a once a year or even once a decade event. Just ask the OH who has become very adept at ironing.

My mantra when it comes to household chores is don’t grumble, work smarter. Think outside the box on how to do things quicker, and or make them easier to do.

True there are any number of chores that pop up we have to do that we cannot escape and just have to face and do. As my mother was fond of saying, it’s called adulting. Of course, my mother would probably die of a heart attack knowing I don’t iron my towels and sheets or household linens. But that’s a whole other story for another day.

Don’t sweat the small things, delegate where possible, share were possible, and think smarter (as for creating and cooking meals) about how to make the chore easier.

Remember, folding laundry can be your daily work out. Dump all the clothes on the bed, put on the music loud, and dance to Cyndi Lauper telling us, “Girl’s just wanna have fun” as you annoy the next door neighbours while folding your smalls.