housework is for chumps

I hate housework. I mean really hate it, not just a general feeling of I would rather do something else. I honestly believe that most people would rather do something else. Go to the dentist, for example. I think this housework hatred of mine has its roots in my childhood (of course). I had four sisters growing up so I think the scheming, sneaky side of my brain decided that with all those other girls around I would be a chump to do housework. I got surprisingly good at covering up housework that I didn't do. Of course now I have my own house where the only other girl in sight is 8 and I'm finding that my cleaning skills leave a lot to be desired. I often think that maybe I'm just incredibly lazy but then I remember how much time and effort I used to put into pretending to do housework and I realize that no, I just really hate housework. I guess that scheming, sneaky part of my brain managed to convince the rest of my brain that housework truly is for chumps. Now the trick is figuring out some way to earn enough money to pay some chump....uh, I mean person, to come clean my house for me. Either that or I'll finally let my husband fulfill his dream of running away to Alaska to live in the wild. We'll all be cold, hungry, wet and dirty but at least I won't have to do housework.