I hated chores. I was better at random pick up work that no one else wanted to do. Lots of times, no one asked me. I loved assembling things, putting things in order, ha , so I would watch my parents struggle with a task and then give up and take a break, I would sneak in and do it. They never said anything when I would do something like that, it was like a magic elf did it. Like put together my brother's bike and put it under the tree. Dad gave up and went for a beer, said he would do it when he came back, But it was done. Or when they were assembling this 4 foot deep pool and they could not lift one piece into place over the frame, I was watching them and thought, they don't have to lift it up at all, they just have to lift a frame roll it underneath, so when they started fighting and went inside, I fixed it and then went to my room. No one ever said a word. But chores was washing the kitchen after dinner and washing all the dishes, I still avoid it today, I clean the kitchen one a week at most. I was diagnosed with ADHD in my 50's. Too late. Thankfully I met someone in my career that taught me about list making in the morning.