I hate to clean and here is why. When I start to clean, I get really obsessive and start noticing dirt and grime EVERYWHERE! Then I have to carefully scrub every nook and cranny and I barely accomplish anything.
The act of cleaning I do not mind so much, it is the facing of reality that I have a problem with.
My reality involves hardwood floors and two pets who shed all over the place. Everywhere I turn, there is hair, and more hair.
It is nice having clean floors but now I am obsessively worried about dirtying them again. Perhaps the real problem here is my obsessive compulsive disorder, and the fact that I could eat this weird combo for lunch.