I hate doing laundry.
I would rather wash dishes, vacuum, dust and even scrub the bathroom floor than do a single load of laundry.
The problem is that there’s no instant gratification. Unlike vacuuming, you don’t see the results right away. Instead you have to ransack the house for dirty clothes, check pockets, sort it, pile in load after load, check it, transfer it to the dryer, fold it, hang it and then finally collapse from exhaustion once the entire process is over.
But once all of that is through, you do finally get to reap one reward that makes it all worthwhile—after all of the toil, when you finally slip between your freshly cleaned sheets and take in the intoxicating smell of a clean pillowcase, it’s pure bliss.
I never said that doing the laundry was a tiny pleasure, but having clean laundry is truly a feeling to cherish.