(booooo!!!)
I hate putting out the garbage. I *hate* it. It is my least favorite "thing around the house AND work" I hate to do.
I've made bargains with people: "I'll do ALL the dishes, if I never have to take the garbage out"
I've pleaded: "pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasedontmakeme"
I don't know why I hate it so much. I assume I'm repressing some sort of traumatic childhood incident: I have no problem with any other sort of cleaning.
Anyway: Now I *always* have to deal with the garbage. The only other person who might take care of dojo-garbage...is on crutches. I don't mind carrying all the heavy things. Making all the food. Cleaning all the messes. Teaching all the classes. Fetching all the things... but today I took out the garbage *again*
:( <-- this is me pouting.
I'll get over it. I just had to get it out of my system.
The only related trauma I can recall from your childhood is the garbage bag you set on fire and then hung on the kitchen cabinet door (or vice versa)
ReplyDeleteMom
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ReplyDeleteit was on fire when I found it?
It was already hanging on the pantry door, anyway. All I added to the scene was a bit of fire. And... it was kind of an accident.
I'm sorry.
Aren't you glad I think quickly under crisis?