That's something else I don't like doing: the groceries. I don't have the luxury of driving, so I have to lug these bags to and fro, all around downtown, and up the 24 steep stairs to the apartment, often having to make two trips. And, the people in the stores drive me nuts. They are all psychic and know exactly when the perfect time would be to block me in an aisle or cut me off just as I'm about to speed past them.
Also, I don't like doing the dishes. You say that you actually like doing them, but you NEVER DO! I have to. Otherwise they just pile up, and I often let them just to see how you'll function without any. Doesn't seem to faze you.
I do NOT like cooking, either. All of that damn prep time, chopping crap and giving myself neck strain and searing eyes from onion slicing. It takes forever, and I don't like it. But, again, it's something else you won't do.
I will not vaccuum. The sound of it angers me, so I have to force you to do this while I take off. After which, I will wash the floors, but I don't like doing THAT either.
I don't like cleaning the apartment, only arranging it. But you can't arrange a messy apartment, so I can't win on that note, because it's usually ALWAYS messy.
I like doing the laundry, and that's only because the laundromat is a change of scenery and I get to have some downtime waiting for the clothes to be washed and dried. I also like folding clean laundry, but only the towels and undies. Not the fitted sheets (how does anyone properly fold them??) or shirts. And, I hate ironing, so I don't. This means our clothes are mostly wrinkled, and I don't care anymore.
I really don't like playing housewife. Really. I get nothing from it, not even a sense of accomplishment, nor pride of a sanitary environment, nor the peace of mind that we're not breaking the rules of our rental agreement. I try and make myself think that I possibly could like it, but it's an act and I can't keep it up for more than 10 minutes at a time.