From what I've read, part of the reason for spring cleaning was that the old kinds of heaters (either oil heaters or fireplaces) would leave soot and residue all over everything, so once it got warm enough that you didn't need the heaters anymore, you'd scrub all of that stuff off.
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Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
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Meara, I'm with you on that.
Cory fricking Booker wrote me back on Twitter!
Hee. You and your hatred of the vacuum.
You can't hear if monsters are sneaking up on you while you are vacuuming! Vacuum hatred is totes logical!
I will do damn near any household chore EXCEPT unload a dishwasher. I hate it. However, I will put dishes that have air dried away, no problem.
That's awesome, erika!
Aims, oddly enough, I have the opposite problem. The air-dried dishes will stay on the dishmat until I dirty them again, sometimes.
I have no issue with vacuuming. Putting away laundry or dishes is the worst.
I don't mind putting away laundry, so long as I have enough room to do so. Our current place is so dinky and I hates it, Precious, and Now I hate putting clothes away.
My dreams are small: a house with an upstairs, a bedroom big enough that I don't have to side step my way to my bed and still get bruises on my thighs from the pokey bits on the top of the posts on the bed. Which always result in horrid bruises. This might also have to do with the size of said thighs but I won't say one way or the other.
This is fascinating.
How interesting to hear everyone's preferences.
I'm no good with floors, though I finally found a vacuum I quite like.
I don't like mopping, even sweeping. Since I think I have the genes of someone appearing in a movie about a small Italian town, I love shaking linens out second floor windows and will scrub a floor on hands and knees over using a mop.
That last one I attribute to The Song of Bernadette. I was an impressionable, romantic child.
I love folding laundry and enjoy hand washing dishes...hey, warm water and a clean finished product. What is not to like?
Usually, I delay cleaning the tub, but the outcome always makes me happy and it never seems as hard as I imagine it will be.
Windows? Frustration on a stick. Vacuuming the stairs? Torture.