Never mind the gender inequality, I can't stand housework. As in, I will procrastinate to the ends of the earth to avoid it. I could cook all day long if I had a magic box that I could drop dirty dishes into and clean dishes would be instantly transported back to their cupboards.
The fact that I hate housework so much means my house is a mess all the time. Cleaning it for company is a nightmare. And nothing is organized. It's a stressor on me, it overwhelms my circuits. I hate that things don't have proper homes. I hate that things don't return to their homes when they do have one.
It goes back to some of my inattention; anything that requires planning gives me anxiety. I have a bin in the cupboard at my work space that I have random office supplies in, and I would like to clean it out and organize it, but the idea of sitting down and trying to think through it gives me the willies. And that's just a 6"x6"x12" bin! I will even procrastinate by doing other housework to avoid organizing.
I have no idea how to solve this. I feel like I'm always behind, like there's a giant wave behind me that will crash at any time, and I just manage to stay in front of it.
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