I can’t stand assigning chores to my children. It’s like pulling teeth each time I have to ask them to do something. Half the time I end up doing it myself which doesn’t get anything accomplished! However, they need to have jobs around the house so that they understand what it’s like to be part of a unit!
the rocks were a chore to remove. One by one he removed the smooth ones… then the calloused ones… all heavy and wearing him out. But before too long his broken nails reached soft dirt. And then he dug. He continued to pull up mound after mound of soft, rich soil until he felt what he was so adamantly searching for. That clean, new pine box, still smelling as fresh as it did when it was cut… and inside.. so close… awaited his sleeping beloved.
I don’t want to write about chores. Chores are boring, chores are overdone, chores are the bain of every man, woman, and child’s existence. Especially the child’s. Oh, there are endless morals that can be learned, endless tales of such to be told. But that is so boring. So trite. Give me something interesting, a spark for all the words inside my head.
Cinderella style living. a place to put your things in. a floor to mop. a space that was sloppy is now clean, fresh and crispy. laundry done and dishes washed. you got a new swiffer because you’re a cleanly little wife. it smells like lemon and everything’s better because you got your chore done.
Chores. What an awful word, she thought to herself. She was being forced to dust and sweep while her sisters went out and laughed at her behind her back. Because she was the ugly stepsister to them, quite backwards to the majority of population, but that’s how they pictured her.
work, stuff i have to do, things im not very fond of but must be done. i should do the dishes but i never have the energy. Sometimes its good for the sole.
Chores, activities, tasks; mom and dad. I miss those things most I think. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen them or had to do a chore for that matter. Loading dishes, taking out trash, feeding the dog; I miss them.
Dirt and grime and filth and dust- All these things were something he always DESPISED. So he took great pride i his work of cleaning every little speck.
are a demand that wears on my heart because all i want ot do is relax. procrastinate forevder and lie on the floor staring at the ceiling while cinderellas brooms do my shit for me.
It was simple really, she would do the chores like wash out the pan from dinner the night before, and gather wood for the fire, and I would be the one to protect her since she had such a problem with killing bandits. really, it was quite simple and still she demanded that I do half the work. Ridiculous! I
Chores? Really, this is my first word? Well, they are alright I suppose. They teach discipline and structure, which is something I really need. Other than that I dunno what else to write….
boring useless things that you need to do either because oyu feel really really bad or your being foreced to to it amd stuff because your like parents threatened you or whatever. dishwashing cleaning wiping boring useless crap like that that needs to be done whether or not you like it cause well if you want a clean house obviously you need to do it so like yeah…
okay yeah cool i hate chores just as much as any other person lol i dont wanna do them like ever.
Chores. Every kid has to do them. But it seems my chores are just piling up. Where are you to help me, mommy? Where have you gone? Why are there so many empty promises? Your never there. I realized long ago, with you, I’ll have to take care of myself.
The girl did not want to the the load of chores that seemed to mentally pile in her head. Not only did she not know how to do the laundry but she didn’t know that laundry was considered a chore. As she watched her mother pour the clothes into the washer, there was always a distinct smile present on dear mum’s face.
I didn’t do chores growing up. Mum tried to make me. Dad tried to make me. but i was too lazy. I liked looking out the window and drawing pictures. Chores were the boring aspect of reality. I’m 25 now and don’t have a job. Things never change.
i hate the thought of having to answer to something whenever i get home from a long day. the fact that they can’t be done as leisurely as i please makes me wish there were no work chores, then maybe I’d enjoy chore chores more. it’s just the idea of doing more work when i get home that makes me not want to do them. It’s not laziness. Just lack of want to do anything else but anything else. i would enjoy a nice work out or walk out under the stars, but no, sometimes you can’t enjoy the fun things when you know you’ve got things waiting to be done at home. the thought of maybe having someone do them for you would clear this negative thought about doing them, maybe. who knows.
I finished my chores early, sort of. I was supposed to buy things for people back home, but when I saw the prices of the trinkets they had asked for, it made me think about how much I really like these people. In all actuality, not that much! Let the good times roll!
Chores aren’t fun. legit. I guess that is because I have done chores as long as I can remember, and it was one of those “do what i told you to, or I’m going to chase you with a switch” sort of things.
i hate doing chores chores are awful excuses for parents to slave drive their children into cleaning up the house on second thought maybe chores are meant to serve as instruments required of learning rules of discipline so maybe they are the stepping stones of life
so many things to do…a lot on my mind. this summer time seems to be flying so quickly. it’s funny; this word is so fitting to my current situation. i have a lot to get done and so little time to do it.
chores suck, my parents make me do them. most kids get allowence but my parents are too cheap. i turned punk and said fuck chores, basically. soyeah chores are for chumps. :)
Chores are the bane of any teens existence.
They prevent us them from doing fun things like texting, shopping, reading, or hanging out with friends, because in the background, there’s always some parent yelling, “Do the dishes!”
I’ve never been asked to do chores when I was younger. My parents still don’t ask me to do chores now. Sure, I do my own laundry and maybe once in a while clean my own room, but those aren’t chores to me. I guess they could be considered chores though.
they are the most boring thng in the world pearents give them to make children much more responsible personally i believe thatdo not help the child they just put more presure on the child. I HATE CHORES. fjdkjfdklsfjdls;fkldsjfkldjfdkls;fjkdslfjdksl;afkjdsl;grjkfldmvgjkndmv,jdmv,jcdfvcdfbgrcdcdbfvcd
As the day wore on, the Naked hummer kept coming up with one chore after another. Who knew that living in the sticks could cause the creation of so many chores. Jensen hefted the bag of grain and cracked it open on the wheel barrow, spilling the contents in a satisfying rush of sound.
Chores. Chores have always given me a sense of accomplishment. Not the sense of accomplishment you get when you’ve done something that you’ve always wanted to do. More like the sense of accomplishment that comes when you’ve waded through the shores of death and are still bloody alive.
I do chores around the house to help my mother out. I don’t mind doing chores, they actually never feel like “Chores.” They just feel like responsibilities I have as a daughter who lives with her parents. These should probably be named something else, like “things I do to help out.” I’ve never called them chores, really. B
dragging along, working the kinks, setting the fire place, loving every minute of it. my day rewards me with the comfort of accomplishment, of something done, finished, completed. and every day ends the same.
Things to do, things to do. So many things to do. Work? Are you kidding me? I don’t get paid! Hobby? Do you think I like doing the dishes? Chores? Yes. Boring chores. Have to do them, or I’ll get in trouble.
I have no chores to do. I’ve grown up, but not really. Used to put the dishes away. Don’t anymore, my parents don’t expect it of me. It’s strange because I don’t mind… but now we’re all turning into slobs. I suspect we’ve stopped caring. Our house is old and dirty, we’ll probably die here unhappy.
chores?
what chores
this things i do everyday arnt chores
they’re a nessisity
they’re caracter building
these things are…
who am i kidding
these things are pointless
most kids dont like them, see them as a priority, even some adults. they dont want to do them, not really. i dont mind. they pass the time. they keep me preoccupied. they help. i dont mind. more than enough help. more than enough.
Third time is the charm right? I’ve finally found where I’m supposed to enter my email address and username. Submitting writing on oneword shouldn’t be such a chore.
When I was younger, I use to dread waking up some weekends. You know the weekends. The times after you know you’ve been a nuisance around the house and mom and dad are sick of it. They spend the rest of the week making a list of things for you to do. And there you have it, chores all weekend.
chores choose to choke me in a very unpleasant way epecially when theres no reward not even choclate that sends me chills.
I can’t stand assigning chores to my children. It’s like pulling teeth each time I have to ask them to do something. Half the time I end up doing it myself which doesn’t get anything accomplished! However, they need to have jobs around the house so that they understand what it’s like to be part of a unit!
the rocks were a chore to remove. One by one he removed the smooth ones… then the calloused ones… all heavy and wearing him out. But before too long his broken nails reached soft dirt. And then he dug. He continued to pull up mound after mound of soft, rich soil until he felt what he was so adamantly searching for. That clean, new pine box, still smelling as fresh as it did when it was cut… and inside.. so close… awaited his sleeping beloved.
I don’t want to write about chores. Chores are boring, chores are overdone, chores are the bain of every man, woman, and child’s existence. Especially the child’s. Oh, there are endless morals that can be learned, endless tales of such to be told. But that is so boring. So trite. Give me something interesting, a spark for all the words inside my head.
Cinderella style living. a place to put your things in. a floor to mop. a space that was sloppy is now clean, fresh and crispy. laundry done and dishes washed. you got a new swiffer because you’re a cleanly little wife. it smells like lemon and everything’s better because you got your chore done.
Chores. What an awful word, she thought to herself. She was being forced to dust and sweep while her sisters went out and laughed at her behind her back. Because she was the ugly stepsister to them, quite backwards to the majority of population, but that’s how they pictured her.
work, stuff i have to do, things im not very fond of but must be done. i should do the dishes but i never have the energy. Sometimes its good for the sole.
Chores, activities, tasks; mom and dad. I miss those things most I think. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen them or had to do a chore for that matter. Loading dishes, taking out trash, feeding the dog; I miss them.
Dirt and grime and filth and dust- All these things were something he always DESPISED. So he took great pride i his work of cleaning every little speck.
are a demand that wears on my heart because all i want ot do is relax. procrastinate forevder and lie on the floor staring at the ceiling while cinderellas brooms do my shit for me.
It was simple really, she would do the chores like wash out the pan from dinner the night before, and gather wood for the fire, and I would be the one to protect her since she had such a problem with killing bandits. really, it was quite simple and still she demanded that I do half the work. Ridiculous! I
Dealing with your bullshit seems like chores. It’s routine every week, and it sucks.
Chores? Really, this is my first word? Well, they are alright I suppose. They teach discipline and structure, which is something I really need. Other than that I dunno what else to write….
and my time is up.
boring useless things that you need to do either because oyu feel really really bad or your being foreced to to it amd stuff because your like parents threatened you or whatever. dishwashing cleaning wiping boring useless crap like that that needs to be done whether or not you like it cause well if you want a clean house obviously you need to do it so like yeah…
okay yeah cool i hate chores just as much as any other person lol i dont wanna do them like ever.
Chores. Every kid has to do them. But it seems my chores are just piling up. Where are you to help me, mommy? Where have you gone? Why are there so many empty promises? Your never there. I realized long ago, with you, I’ll have to take care of myself.
The girl did not want to the the load of chores that seemed to mentally pile in her head. Not only did she not know how to do the laundry but she didn’t know that laundry was considered a chore. As she watched her mother pour the clothes into the washer, there was always a distinct smile present on dear mum’s face.
I didn’t do chores growing up. Mum tried to make me. Dad tried to make me. but i was too lazy. I liked looking out the window and drawing pictures. Chores were the boring aspect of reality. I’m 25 now and don’t have a job. Things never change.
i hate the thought of having to answer to something whenever i get home from a long day. the fact that they can’t be done as leisurely as i please makes me wish there were no work chores, then maybe I’d enjoy chore chores more. it’s just the idea of doing more work when i get home that makes me not want to do them. It’s not laziness. Just lack of want to do anything else but anything else. i would enjoy a nice work out or walk out under the stars, but no, sometimes you can’t enjoy the fun things when you know you’ve got things waiting to be done at home. the thought of maybe having someone do them for you would clear this negative thought about doing them, maybe. who knows.
I finished my chores early, sort of. I was supposed to buy things for people back home, but when I saw the prices of the trinkets they had asked for, it made me think about how much I really like these people. In all actuality, not that much! Let the good times roll!
Chores aren’t fun. legit. I guess that is because I have done chores as long as I can remember, and it was one of those “do what i told you to, or I’m going to chase you with a switch” sort of things.
i hate doing chores chores are awful excuses for parents to slave drive their children into cleaning up the house on second thought maybe chores are meant to serve as instruments required of learning rules of discipline so maybe they are the stepping stones of life
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so many things to do…a lot on my mind. this summer time seems to be flying so quickly. it’s funny; this word is so fitting to my current situation. i have a lot to get done and so little time to do it.
chores suck, my parents make me do them. most kids get allowence but my parents are too cheap. i turned punk and said fuck chores, basically. soyeah chores are for chumps. :)
Chores are the bane of any teens existence.
They prevent us them from doing fun things like texting, shopping, reading, or hanging out with friends, because in the background, there’s always some parent yelling, “Do the dishes!”
When I was a kid, I used to dread chores like making my bed or cleaning my room. Now, I live by myself and use those same chores as stress-relief.
I’ve never been asked to do chores when I was younger. My parents still don’t ask me to do chores now. Sure, I do my own laundry and maybe once in a while clean my own room, but those aren’t chores to me. I guess they could be considered chores though.
really?
seriously?
chores.
not interesting.
they are the most boring thng in the world pearents give them to make children much more responsible personally i believe thatdo not help the child they just put more presure on the child. I HATE CHORES. fjdkjfdklsfjdls;fkldsjfkldjfdkls;fjkdslfjdksl;afkjdsl;grjkfldmvgjkndmv,jdmv,jcdfvcdfbgrcdcdbfvcd
As the day wore on, the Naked hummer kept coming up with one chore after another. Who knew that living in the sticks could cause the creation of so many chores. Jensen hefted the bag of grain and cracked it open on the wheel barrow, spilling the contents in a satisfying rush of sound.
Chores. Chores have always given me a sense of accomplishment. Not the sense of accomplishment you get when you’ve done something that you’ve always wanted to do. More like the sense of accomplishment that comes when you’ve waded through the shores of death and are still bloody alive.
I do chores around the house to help my mother out. I don’t mind doing chores, they actually never feel like “Chores.” They just feel like responsibilities I have as a daughter who lives with her parents. These should probably be named something else, like “things I do to help out.” I’ve never called them chores, really. B
dragging along, working the kinks, setting the fire place, loving every minute of it. my day rewards me with the comfort of accomplishment, of something done, finished, completed. and every day ends the same.
Things to do, things to do. So many things to do. Work? Are you kidding me? I don’t get paid! Hobby? Do you think I like doing the dishes? Chores? Yes. Boring chores. Have to do them, or I’ll get in trouble.
i hate them they r stupid and i dont even get paid… arent paretnets suppose to do chores , not kids
I have no chores to do. I’ve grown up, but not really. Used to put the dishes away. Don’t anymore, my parents don’t expect it of me. It’s strange because I don’t mind… but now we’re all turning into slobs. I suspect we’ve stopped caring. Our house is old and dirty, we’ll probably die here unhappy.
chores?
what chores
this things i do everyday arnt chores
they’re a nessisity
they’re caracter building
these things are…
who am i kidding
these things are pointless
most kids dont like them, see them as a priority, even some adults. they dont want to do them, not really. i dont mind. they pass the time. they keep me preoccupied. they help. i dont mind. more than enough help. more than enough.
Third time is the charm right? I’ve finally found where I’m supposed to enter my email address and username. Submitting writing on oneword shouldn’t be such a chore.
When I was younger, I use to dread waking up some weekends. You know the weekends. The times after you know you’ve been a nuisance around the house and mom and dad are sick of it. They spend the rest of the week making a list of things for you to do. And there you have it, chores all weekend.