Dish washing

loading the dishwasher.
My Tetris skills aren't that great:/

Dusting. I'm allergic to dust and I usually have to jump in the shower after to avoid breaking out in a rash! I also hate washing the dishes. We have a dishwasher here but no one else sees the point in using it so it became the place to store paper towels and things......I would use it if it was up to me!

Unloading the dishwasher! UGH!

It's a big toss up between mopping, cleaning the bathroom and washing dishes. UGH I wish I could afford a maid!

I dislike them all.. but I was thinking the other day about the one I avoid the most and that is cleaning mirrors. I know it sounds weird but It's a terribly chore to me. I can't stand it. I always end up leaving smudge lines when I clean them. Luckily, my partner does them perfectly.

i hate doing the damn dishes, i wish i had a dishewasher

I hate the dishes!!! All the left over food floating around in the water grosses me out!

Hand-washing dishes. I just can't do it.

Cleaning the bathroom

Dishes!

The bathroom

I hate cleaning the kitchen. It gets so messy and stinky.

Dealing with my mother.

I enjoy cleaning everything but dishes. I hate dishes.

All of them. I really hate dusting though and cleaning the bathroom with three males in the house.

I like my hardwood/tile floors, but I friggin hate scrubbing floors, I am one of those weirdo's that has to do it on my hands and knees. These swifter and other push mop things don't get them as clean as I like them to be.

I do 99% of the chores in my house, and I have to say, hands down, dishes are my least favorite.

Garbage. Blech!

Dishes. I hate touching dirty dishes.

Dishes or the Laundry would have to be my least favorites.

Dishes. They never end. They have other people's gross food on them. I hate when they are dirty and I hate putting them away. My little one will unload the dishwasher but we're both too short to hang up the pots on the pot rack without using a chair.

I don't mind laundry, but with Fibromyalgia it's hard getting up and down two flights of stairs with baskets of heavy laundry. Plus our basement was at one time a cellar, and had the entry outside. The inside stairs were put in in the 1970s I think (the house is almost 100 years old) and the stairs are very narrow, so that I have to drag the basket behind me. THEN turn around and pick it up, while a bunny is watching me. (Our bunny lives in the basement, it's safer for him down there, between the dogs and the heat.) Sheets are the worst, as they have to be hung and if I don't get them outside, I have to drape them over the dining room chairs. My husband loves it. "Ah, White Trash Laundry Day!" he always says.

Tie between unloading the dishwasher and scooping the cat litter box.