True confession: I despise cleaning my house.
Someone else’s house? I’d pitch right in and even whistle while I work. My own dirty dishes? I’d rather stick out my tongue at you or go for a run or read a book or write a newspaper column.
The only minor exception to this rule is if I am procrastinating a project that I dread even more. Then, my house sparkles like a 1950s household cleaner commercial, although I don’t wear pearls while vacuuming the floor.