一次做家务的经历及感受英语作文80词

全文共6篇示例，供读者参考 篇1

One day, Mom said I had to help with the chores. I didn't want to, but Mom said I was a big girl now and had to learn. First, I had to make my bed. It was hard to tuck in the sheets super neat like Mom does. I pulled and tugged and finally got them sort of straight.

Next, I had to load the dishwasher. I really didn't like this chore because the dishes were so heavy and they clattered together loudly when I put them in the racks. A few times I dropped a dish or cup on the floor and it broke into a bunch of little pieces that I had to clean up very carefully so I didn't cut myself. Mom got pretty mad when that happened.

After the dishwasher, I had to dust all the wood furniture in the living room. Dusting was okay, but kind of boring just going around and around with the duster. I tried to spice it up by pretending the duster was a magic wand and I was casting spells to get rid of the dust bunnies. \"Begone, dust monsters!\" I'd say

as I waved the wand duster around. I had to be careful not to knock anything over though while I was waving it.

Vacuuming was one of my favorite chores. I loved pushing the big heavy vacuum back and forth and watching all the dirt and crumbs and stuff get sucked up into the bag. I felt like I was a powerful vacuum superhero cleaning up the rugs and carpets. The only bad part was having to constantly untangle the cord when it got twisted up as I went around the rooms. \"Darn this kryptonite cord!\" I'd shout as I battled to unknot it.

Finally, it was time to take out the trash and recycling bins from the kitchen. Ugh, this was definitely my least favorite chore! The trash was so smelly and disgusting. I had to hold my nose and breath through my mouth the whole time I dragged the bin from the kitchen to the curb outside. And the recycling bin was crazy heavy since it was full of a million cans and bottles. By the time I finally wrestled both bins to the curb, I was huffing and puffing like I had just run a marathon.

When I came back inside, Mom could see how tired and yucky I felt. She gave me a big hug and told me what a great job I had done on my chores. She said she was proud of me for working so hard without (too much) complaining. I felt really good hearing her say that. Then I got my favorite snack as a treat

- a big frosted brownie! Doing chores wasn't actually that much fun, but getting praise from Mom and a yummy reward at the end made all the hard work feel worth it. I decided that from then on I'd try my best to be a chore superhero every week!

篇2

One Saturday morning, mommy asked me to clean my room. \"But I don't want to!\" I whined. Mommy said if I did a good job, I could have ice cream later. Yay! Ice cream is my favorite! I started by picking up all the toys and books off the floor. There were so many! I put them neatly on my shelves and in my toy box. Next, I made my bed, fluffing up the pillows nicely. I used the vacuum to suck up all the crumbs and dirt. Finally, I sprayed some lemon-smelly cleaner and wiped down my desk and dresser.

When I was all done, my room looked so neat and tidy! Mommy was really proud of me and gave me a big bowl of chocolate ice cream, just like she promised. Doing chores was hard work, but it felt good to have a clean room. And the ice cream made it all worth it! I can't wait to do chores again so I can earn more ice cream. Chores are maybe my new favorite thing!

One sunny Saturday morning, I was busy watching cartoons and playing with my toys when mommy came into the living room. \"Emily,\" she said in that serious mom voice. \"Your room is an absolute pigsty. You need to clean it up right now.\" \"Awww, but mom!\" I whined, really loud. \"I don't wanna clean my room. Can't I just do it later?\" Cleaning was seriously the worst, most boring chore ever.

Mommy shook her head firmly. \"No, you need to do it now, young lady. And you'd better do a thorough job too, because I'm going to inspect it when you're done.\" She could be so mean sometimes!

Then mommy's face broke out in a sly smile. \"But...if you do a good job cleaning, I'll let you have a big bowl of ice cream for dessert after dinner.\" She knew ice cream was my absolute favorite thing in the whole world. Especially chocolate ice cream! Well, now I was definitely motivated. I ran up to my room ready to get started. But when I opened the door, I stopped in my tracks. My room really was a huge mess, even worse than I remembered! Toys and books were scattered everywhere on the floor. Clothes and shoes were strewn about. My bed was unmade with the sheets and blankets in a jumbled heap. This would take forever to clean!

I sighed loudly and got to work, knowing the sooner I started, the sooner I'd get that delicious ice cream. First, I picked up all the toys, stuffed animals, and books that were all over the floor. I had to make a few trips back and forth to put them away properly in the toy box and on the shelves. There were so many of them!

Next, I tackled the unmade bed, stripping off the messy sheets and blankets. I put on a fresh set of sheets with cute little puppies printed on them. Then I fluffed up the pillows and layered the cozy quilt and comforter back on neatly. My bed looked perfect, fit for a princess!

Figuring I should vacuum next, I lugged the big vacuum cleaner from the hall closet into my room and got to work. I sucked up all the crumbs, dirt, and cookie crumbs on the floor, making sure to get into all the nooks and crannies. There was so much gross stuff on the floor! I made a mental note to try eating snacks over a plate instead of straight off the floor from now on. Lastly, I used some lemon-scented cleaning spray and a cloth to wipe down all the surfaces - my dresser, nightstand, bookshelf, and desk. I made everything shiny and fresh-smelling. When I was finally done, I stepped back to admire my work. My

room had never looked so clean and organized! I felt a huge sense of accomplishment.

Just then, mommy poked her head in to inspect. \"Wow Emily, you did such an amazing job!\" she exclaimed, sounding really proud and impressed. \"Your room looks perfect. And you know what that means...\" She gave me a little wink.

Later, after dinner, mommy presented me with the most ginormous bowl of chocolate ice cream I had ever seen, piled high with whipped cream, sprinkles, and a cherry on top. It was the most delicious treat, my favorite! As I enjoyed every sugary bite, I thought about how doing chores wasn't actually that bad. Sure, it was hard work, but having a clean room and getting rewarded with ice cream made it so worth it. I couldn't wait until next week so I could clean again and earn another ice cream sundae!

From that day on, I Changed my ways and decided to be a good helper around the house. Every Saturday, I voluntarily cleaned my room, dusting, vacuuming, and organizing everything to perfection. Mommy was so impressed with my new-found work ethic. She began paying me a small allowance for my chores, which I savvily saved to grow my ice cream fund. I also helped mommy clean the rest of the house and did other

chores like raking leaves, taking out the trash, and cleaning up after the dog.

Being responsible and helping out felt really good, almost as good as getting my favorite sugary reward at the end of a hard day's work. I finally understood why grown-ups seemed to get such satisfaction from keeping things neat and tidy. A clean, orderly living space was just a pleasant, calming environment to be in. It gave me a sense of control and self-discipline. Chores weren't fun exactly, but taking pride in a job well done made it all worth it in the end. Who knew doing chores could be so rewarding?

It's been a few years now since I first learned the value and importance of keeping an orderly home. I'm getting too old for ice cream rewards these days. But the lessons I learned about diligence, responsibility, and Taking pride in my work have really stuck with me. Nowadays, I find a sort of Zen-like satisfaction in the mundane tasks of making my bed, vacuuming my room, scrubbing surfaces until they shine.

I sometimes miss the sweet simplicity of childhood and being able to turn cleaning into a game by imagining myself as a robot vacuum or pretending my dusting cloth was a magic wand. But I've come to appreciate chores for what they are - a way to

contribute to an orderly household, practice self-discipline, and find serenity in creating an environment of calmness and cleanliness. Give me a mop and bucket over video games any day! Okay, maybe not any day. But you get what I mean. So while chores may not be

anyone's idea of a good time, I've learned they are a necessary life skill and a path to putting you in control of your living environment. You'd be amazed at how a neat, clean space can positively impact your mood, focus, and overall well-being. Plus, plenty of productive adults, including megastars and CEOs, will tell you that getting in the habit of doing chores and taking pride in your work is the secret to success.

So I say, bring on the vacuuming, dusting, and cleaning! Just maybe hold the ice cream this time. Although...a little treat now and then doesn't hurt for incentive. Thanks mom!

篇3

Doing Chores - An Adventure!

One sunny Saturday, mommy asked me to help with the chores. I was super excited! Chores are like little adventures that make our home sparkly clean and happy.

First up was making my bed. I fluffed the pillows and smoothed the blankets. Next, I put away my toys and books. I pretended I was a toyshop keeper organizing the shelves. Neat and tidy!

Then I vacuumed the floors with our loud vacuum monster. I marched behind it, watching the dirt and crumbs disappear. Take that, messy floors! I felt like a powerful cleaning warrior.

After that, I dusted the tables and shelves. I had to stretch up really high for the top shelves. My dusting cloth was like a magic wand making everything shine.

Mommy then asked me to set the table for lunch. I carefully arranged the plates, cups, and utensils like I was decorating for a fancy party. Everything looked so festive!

Finally, I took out the trash and recycling. I loved holding the heavy bags and feeling so strong. As I put the bins out on the curb, I shouted \"Mission accomplished!\"

Doing chores was tiring but so much fun! I felt helpful and grown-up. Mommy gave me a big hug and said she was proud of me. I can't wait for my next chore adventure!

That was just a regular Saturday of chores, but to a kid it felt like an epic journey. From making my bed to taking out the trash,

every little task was an exciting new challenge to tackle. With a positive attitude and some imagination, even mundane chores can become exhilarating quests!

I loved vacuuming and pretending the vacuum was a loud, hungry monster gobbling up all the crumbs and dirt. Piling stuffed animals on my bed to \"fluff\" the pillows made mundane bed-making feel like an adorable game. And dusting was like wielding a magic cleaning wand that made everything sparkle. Setting the table felt like decorating for a fancy dinner party. I carefully arranged each plate, cup, and utensil just so. Napkins were meticulously placed and silverware properly aligned. When I was done, the table looked like it was ready for royalty! Taking out the trash allowed me to feel big, strong, and accomplished. I loved the feeling of lifting and carrying those heavy bags of garbage out to the curb. As I dropped the last bag down, I couldn't resist shouting \"Mission complete!\" and doing a little victory dance.

The best part was seeing my mom's proud smile when the chores were done. She pulled me into a big hug and thanked me for being such a great helper. That made all the hard work worthwhile. Her praise and appreciation meant more to me than anything.

I can't wait for next weekend's chore adventures! Who knows what exciting quests await? Maybe I'll discover a monster lurking under the couch cushions as I vacuum. Or maybe setting the table will turn into an epic battle against the evil placemats of doom! No matter what chores come my way, I'll face them head-on with a big smile. Bring it on!

篇4

One Saturday, Mom asked me to clean my room. I didn't want to, but she said I had to. First, I picked up my toys and put them in the toy box. Next, I made my bed nice and neat. Then, I dusted my shelves and dresser. Finally, I vacuumed the floor. When I was done, my room looked so clean and tidy! Mom was proud of me for doing my chores without complaining. I felt good about my hard work. Doing chores can be a hassle, but it's rewarding to have a clean space.

One sunny Saturday morning, my mom came into my bedroom and said \"Johnny, it's time to clean your room today.\" I let out a big groan. Cleaning my room was definitely not how I wanted to spend my day off from school!

\"Aw, Mom, do I have to?\" I whined. \"Can't I just play video games instead?\"

\"No video games until your chores are done,\" Mom said firmly. \"Now get started - I want this room spotless by lunchtime.\"

I dragged myself out of bed, feeling grumpy. I really dislike doing chores. They're so boring and tedious. But I know if I don't listen to my mom, I'll get in big trouble.

I figured I should start with the easiest task first - picking up my toys. I gathered all my stuffed animals, action figures, Legos, and bouncy balls, and tossed them haphazardly into my toy box. Some pieces went flying everywhere, but oh well. Good enough. Next up was making my bed. I hate making my bed - it never looks neat and tidy like in the magazines. But I tried my best, smoothing out the wrinkles in the sheets and fluffing up my pillows. It didn't look perfect, but it was definitely an improvement.

Then it was time to dust all the surfaces. Dusting is so tedious - who even cares about a little bit of dust? But I grabbed an old cloth and wiped down my bookshelf, dresser, and windowsills, catching dust bunnies along the way. I had to stifle a few sneezes. Gross.

Finally, the part I dreaded most - vacuuming. I really hate the loud noise the vacuum makes. It's so startling and obnoxious. Slowly, I pushed the big clunky vacuum back and forth across my floor, sucking up crumbs, dirt, and stray hairs. What a pain! At last, after what felt like forever, I was finished. I looked around my newly clean room with a sense of pride and relief. Everything was freshly organized, polished, and dust-free. Who knew so much work could make such a difference?

Just then, my mom poked her head in. \"Wow, Johnny, your room looks amazing! You did such a great job,\" she praised. \"I'm so proud of you for working hard and not complaining too much.\"

Hearing that made me feel really good inside. Sure, chores are a drag, but there's a real sense of accomplishment when you complete them. My clean, tidy space made me feel calm and in control. Plus, I hopefully earned some video game time as a reward!

From that day on, I tried to keep a more positive attitude about doing my chores. They're never fun, but I know they're important for keeping our home clean and livable. Hard work pays off in the end. Whenever I vacuum up a huge pile of grime, I feel satisfied knowing I'm making a difference. Dusting furniture

is monotonous, but I find joy in the sparkling clean surfaces. Even making my bed is rewarding once I climb under the fresh sheets at night.

Chores also teach good life lessons about responsibility, diligence, and taking pride in your work and environment. Keeping up with regular cleaning prevents total pigsty conditions. Doing tasks without constant reminders shows self-discipline. And putting real effort into something, instead of half-heartying it, means better results.

Of course, I'd be lying if I said I love doing chores now. There are still many days when I'll bargain, make excuses, or drag my feet. Cleaning up just isn't quite as fun as watching TV or playing outside. But I've come to accept chores as a necessary, ongoing part of life. You can't avoid them forever.

Nowadays when my mom asks me to tidy up, I'll take a deep breath and just get it over with. I've learned that doing chores without constant complaints makes the whole process go much faster and smoother. If I just power through and focus, I can have my room looking fresh in under an hour. Then the rest of the day is free for fun!

I'm sure as I get older, my responsibilities around the house will only increase. For now, I just have to keep my own room

clean. But eventually, I may have to help with laundry, yard work, washing dishes, and other household chores too. It's preparing me for the reality of cleaning up after myself.

While chores will never be an outright joy, I'm becoming prouder of my ability to check tasks off the list. There's a real sense of mastery and accomplishment in keeping an orderly, well-maintained space through your own hard work and elbow grease. That feeling of satisfaction makes the tedious chores worth doing. Keeping a clean home isn't just about impressing others - it's about showing self-respect. I'm learning to take pride in my surroundings and doing my small part.

So while I'll never be a \"cleaning fanatic\" who vacuums every day just for fun, I've come to accept chores as an important life skill and responsibility. By keeping an optimistic, hard-working mindset, I can crank through even the most boring, tedious cleaning jobs. Then I can kick back and truly enjoy my clean, refreshed living space - at least until it's time to tidy up again!

篇5

One day, my mom asked me to help clean the house. \"Can you please tidy up your room and vacuum the living room?\" she

said. I wasn't too excited, but I knew it was important to help out around the home.

First, I tackled my messy bedroom. I put away all my toys and made my bed nicely with fresh sheets. I felt proud looking at how neat it became! Next, I got out the vacuum cleaner. It was pretty heavy, but I managed to push it around the living room. I went back and forth, sucking up all the crumbs and dirt. I even vacuumed under the couch cushions!

After an hour of hard work, I was tired but satisfied. My mom praised me for my efforts. \"You did an amazing job!\" she exclaimed, giving me a big hug. It felt awesome to contribute and make our home look spic and span. From then on, I

understood why doing chores was so important. It made me feel responsible and accomplished something meaningful. I couldn't wait to lend a hand again soon!

Doing chores like cleaning and tidying up around the house can seem like a drag at first for kids, but it's actually a valuable experience that teaches important life skills. It fosters a sense of responsibility, discipline, and satisfaction from a job well done. Getting an early start on household tasks instills good habits that will serve children well in the future.

When I was asked to clean my room and vacuum that day, I initially felt unmotivated and grumpy about it. However, as I got to work, I discovered that keeping our living spaces clean and organized felt surprisingly rewarding and fulfilling. There was real joy in restoring order from chaos through simple acts like making my bed, putting away toys, and removing dirt and debris. I took pride in my efforts that made our home look cared for and welcoming.

Beyond just the visible results, doing these chores gave me a meaningful sense of purpose and accomplishment for my age. I wasn't just idly passing time - I was actively contributing something constructive that benefited my whole family. It made me appreciate how many little tasks go into maintaining a tidy household. Doing my share and not leaving it all to my parents made me feel responsible and \"grown up\" in a way.

The praise and gratitude my mom expressed meant a lot too. Her enthusiastic \"Good job!\" was excellent positive

reinforcement that motivated me to keep helping out without complaint. I realized that my work didn't go unnoticed and was valued by my parents. That boosted my self-esteem and drive to be helpful.

Overall, that first substantial experience doing chores around the house was an important step in my development as a responsible, capable person. It allowed me to start building crucial life skills like organization, self-discipline, and a strong work ethic from an early age. While chores may not be a kid's favorite activity, participating in them imparts lasting lessons about taking pride in efforts, pitching in for the family team, and feeling the gratification of a job well done. I'm grateful my parents had me start lending a hand, as it shaped my mindset about the importance of hard work and contributing positively.

篇6

One sunny Saturday, Mom asked me to help with chores. I groaned but agreed. First, I vacuumed the rugs, pushing hard to get the dirt out. Next, I dusted all the shelves and tables. Lastly, I folded the clean laundry into neat piles. It was tiring work, but after I was done, I felt proud of my sparkling clean home! Doing chores taught me responsibility and the satisfaction of hard work.

One sunny Saturday morning, I was lying on the couch watching cartoons when Mom came into the living room. \"Time to do your chores!\" she announced brightly. I groaned loudly

and sank deeper into the couch cushions. Chores were the worst! I wanted to keep watching TV and relaxing.

\"Don't give me that attitude,\" Mom scolded. \"Everyone needs to pitch in and help out around the house. The chores won't do themselves!\"

I knew she was right, but that didn't make me want to do them any more. Still, I knew there was no getting out of it, so I dragged myself up off the couch. \"Okay, fine,\" I grumbled. \"What do I have to do?\"

Mom handed me the vacuum cleaner. \"Let's start with vacuuming all the rugs,\" she said. I took the heavy vacuum and began pushing it across the living room rug. It was tough work! I had to push really hard to get the vacuum to move across the thick carpet pile. After a few minutes, my arms already felt tired. I vacuumed the living room, then moved into the hallway, using the hose attachment to vacuum along the edges and corners. Dust and dirt filled the vacuum bag. I sneezed a couple times from all the dust I was kicking up. Eventually, I made my way into each bedroom, bathroom, and other rooms, pushing that heavy vacuum across every inch of rug and carpet.

By the time I was done vacuuming, I was sweating and out of breath. My arms ached from all the pushing and pulling. But Mom just nodded briskly and handed me a rag and dusting spray. \"Good job on the vacuuming. Now let's work on dusting all the surfaces.\"

I sighed heavily but got to work. I sprayed and wiped off every shelf, tabletop, windowsill, picture frame, knickknack, and surface in the house until they shone. Dusting was fiddly, meticulous work as I made sure to get into every nook and cranny. A few times I accidentally knocked things over in my haste, but I righted them quickly before Mom noticed. Finally, I was down to the last task—folding and putting away the clean laundry. I gathered up the baskets of

freshly-washed clothes, towels, and linens and plopped down on the couch to begin folding. I separated everything into piles by type of clothing and owner. Folding the shirts, pants, towels, and sheets was simple enough, but I had trouble getting some of the smaller items like socks to stay folded neatly.

At last, everything was clean, dusted, and neatly folded. I double checked that I had put all the folded laundry away in the proper drawers and closets. Looking around at the fresh, clean house, I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment. While doing

chores wasn't fun, there was real satisfaction in seeing the sparkling results of my hard work.

\"You did a great job on your chores today,\" Mom smiled, giving me a quick hug. \"Thank you for all your hard work. I really appreciate your help.\"

In that moment, her praise made all the vacuuming, dusting, and folding worth the effort. I realized that not only had I helped create a clean, welcoming home environment for my family, but I had also learned the important life lessons of pitching in, taking responsibility, and feeling the accomplishment of working hard. Doing chores wasn't just about cleaning—it was about becoming a productive, helpful member of the household. I knew I would complain the next time chore day rolled around, but I also knew I would keep doing them, proud of my contributions to our home.