Somebody has to do this work

Fridays have become my scrubbing days.

I have had a love/hate relationship with housework my entire life.

I would just say "my entire adult life," but one of my main responsibilities as a child was helping to keep the common areas livable. At times, this was a pleasure—working alongside my grandmother to beat carpets hanging from the clothesline was a pretty fun way to spend an afternoon. More often, it was boring and unpleasant and repetitive.

Seems like I learned a real life lesson at some point along the way back then, because guess what? It's still boring and unpleasant and repetitive.