I was sorting out the sock drawer last night. Everyone has a sock drawer right?
I was sorting out the sock drawer last night. Everyone has a sock drawer right? Well ours is a bag.
Somewhere in your house there surely lurks a large pile of odd socks.
I tend to ignore it for the most part of, well, life. Until we run out of socks.
I was down to the last two pairs for my son. I had done a couple of washes and it would be a few days before they would be dry (damn rain and lack of good drying).
I had two choices – Christmas socks in March or “slipper socks” with grips that absolutely are not day-time acceptable. I needed to find some matches. So I huffed and puffed, poured the sock bag on to the floor and started to put some matches together.
It took about fifteen minutes and what resulted was TWENTY pairs of beautifully matched socks. I cannot tell you how thrilling it was to spill them in to my son’s drawers. The next day as I dressed him I asked him to CHOOSE which socks he would like to wear. I was suitably smug and you just can’t put a price on that.
So it got me thinking. Out of the long list of chores that I must do but absolutely do not enjoy, which ones bring me the greatest thrill? Which ones instil the most joy?
So it got me thinking. Out of the long list of chores that I must do but absolutely do not enjoy, which ones bring me the greatest thrill? Which ones instil the most joy?
And without further ado...
- Batch-cooking - I absolutely despise doing it. It always feels like a massively unnecessary “extra” job on top of all the jobs that I have to do anyway. But when that day comes where we get home too late to cook or can’t do the food shop for whatever reason, it is worth it’s weight in gold. Finding a frozen Shepherds Pie or tub of hidden-veg pasta sauce is beyond thrilling.
- Ironing - So as a general rule I don’t do this. I just don’t. Life is too short for ironing and I’ll stand by that comment to anyone. However, for the future of my husband’s career I do iron his shirts and I’ll admit that when I see them all proudly hanging in their slightly less creased form, I do get a bit of a thrill. I’ve never felt like more of a wife then I do at that moment and I’m 100% sure that makes me a bad feminist.
- Cleaning the toilet - Like who the hell needs to be hearing about my toilet but I have a three year old whose aim leaves a lot to be desired. When I give the bathroom a good scrub and bleach the toilet I literally will people to use my toilet so that they can see it in all it’s shiny white glory. It’s short-lived but by God is it thrilling.
- The Food Shop - I hate doing it. Which is weird because I love cooking. But you know that moment where the shopping has been put away, the shopping bags are nowhere to be seen and the presses are literally bursting at the seams with grub? I find a thrill in that moment.
- Cleaning the microwave - I once saw a YouTube video where a woman cleaned hers by placing a bowl of water and some fresh lemons in it before switching it on for a few minutes. The water heats up, the steam lifts the dirt and as you simply and easily wipe it away the microwave is left smelling like lemon. I find a thrill in simply telling people this fact.
Written by Tracey Quinn, Staff Writer, with Family Friendly HQ.
