I hate laundry. No, hate isn't the right word, I absolutely loathe it. Even if I tell myself that I can have a glass of wine and watch TV while folding clothes, I just end up drinking wine and watching TV. But I love having clean clothes..

I used to attempt to resolve this by asking myself "Why" all the time about skipping out on chores, but all I could ever come up with was "I guess I'm just lazy and have low self esteem and people who do their laundry are better than me." (although Replicon's reply makes alot of sense to me I admit) But insulting myself just made me sad, and still didn't solve the issue. So, being the solution-oriented person that I am, I decided the most simple answer for me is: Don't do laundry, but still have clean clothes.

No, I don't throw out my clothes after wearing them for a day, then buy new ones. But I do have kids. So I pay them allowance to do laundry or whatever other chores I hate. And the chores that they are too young to do, I pay a maid. The only way to do this, is to have a job where I make enough money to afford this without financially suffering. To do this, I had to have a trade (I went to culinary school and now I'm a pastry chef). I've worked at the same place for years, so I've gotten lots of raises and benefits and bonuses to afford to pay someone to do the things I hate.

Work sucks too. I'd rather be home watching TV and drinking wine. But as long as I remind myself that work sucks way less than doing laundry, I think I found a compromise between my reptilian brain and my big mammalian brain. Or between my adult and my inner child. Whichever.

When I'm 80 and have no kids and no job, I'll have to figure out another compromise. But until then, I'm hiding behind the delusion that I may actually enjoy folding laundry when I'm that old. Shit, that might be the highlight of my whole damn day!