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five minute free write friday


write about a task, job, or chore you dislike

I hate emptying the dishwasher. There's something about that used water that feels dirty, though I use the dishwasher to sanitize the dishes. I don't like talking on the phone to anyone. That's not considered a chore sometimes but to me it is. Calling the insurance company, the doctor's office, even a close friend is something I dislike doing. There's that strange otherworldly space between your phone and mine. My words get lost and I don't have the advantage of thinking about them like I do when I get to write them down.

I dislike lesson planning. i'm a big advocate of free play, believing that children learn best when they set their own goals and explore their own interests.

I dislike washing the car. I'd rather pay someone else to do it, but then I'm dissatisfied with the way it's done.

I dislike making the bed. I've given that up completely, actually. Used to be I couldn't sleep in a bed that hadn't been made, but nowadays I don't even care if the bed has sheets on it. I do care, however, if my feet feel clean. I've been known to arise from near sleep to wash my feet in the sink.

A task, a chore, a job I dislike. It becomes more difficult to pinpoint. It's petty, isn't it? This bemoaning such a little thing like emptying the dishwasher or making a phone call or washing the car. what to do ? How to turn it positive? Jack's old enough to empty the dishwasher, and he doesn't mind doing it (overmuch, anyway). Much of my communication I can do through email rather than over the phone. Loosen up about the way the car is washed. Stop making the bed. Wash my feet. It's all small stuff. And I'm tired. Goo dnight.

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auntie m said…
I feel exactly the same way about phone calls and dirty feet.

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