I have never liked cleaning, and I especially do not like cleaning my own house.
About once a year, my dad goes through a super cleaning faze that lasts for about a week or so; He cleans the entire house.
This includes every storage unit, closet, and room. When I still lived at home, I always hated that time of the year, even though I have been out of my parents apartment for years, my dad asked me to come over and help him clean out the attic. At first, I was going to say no because it is truly sizzling in our attic, and there is no air conditioning. Then, I remembered that I had quite a bit of stuff still stored in his attic, so I knew that I should help him clean. My nice friend and I started at six in the afternoon which is a nice time because the attic is coolest at that time, but it took us quite a bit longer than my associate and I had hoped, and by the time eleven o’clock rolled around, my associate and I were dying of heat. I told my dad that my associate and I could finish the next afternoon when it would be cooler, although he wanted to finish it all in one afternoon, so my associate and I continued to work through the misery. I have never wished that my associate and I had an air conditioning in our attic more than then. Even when I was a child and played up in the attic for hours, I never realized how sizzling it gets up there. My nice friend and I absolutely need to get an a/c up there sometime soon!