I Wouldn’t Have Survived as a ’50s Housewife
November 11, 2016|Posted in: Uncategorized
Let me preface this post with this statement: I hate housework.
In particular, I hate ironing…and when I say I hate ironing, I mean I loathe it with the burning intensity of a thousand suns. I do love to cook, but I hate to clean up the mess it makes. I abhor scrubbing the bathroom–especially the tub. I absolutely despise doing laundry. I’ll leave towels in the dryer for days on end, hoping a troupe of magical towel-folding fairies will suddenly appear and just take care of that for me. And delicate clothes—you know, the kind that can’t be put in the dryer and need to be stretched out on a drying rack—they’re my evil nemesis.
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