Oh how I hate housework! I try to stay on top of things so I only have to do a little every day, but when I am depressed I just don't care if it gets done or not. And then things pile up. Luckily my sweet hubby will pitch a little in when he sees that I am overwhelmed. I am just not "suzie homemaker". I don't think I ever will be. I hate cooking too. I know I should just buck up and cook but I would rather make sandwiches and eat cereal than use the stove. My poor hubby wants me to cook more too, but he doesn't give me a very hard time about it and fends for himself when I am not in the mood to fix something. Someone mentioned something about doing it out of love. I like that. It's probably the only thing that would motivate me into doing better, but I don't know if even that would motivate me.