It's a vicious, never ending cycle. Hate them so much.
I've found ways of coping. For instance, I hate touching a sponge, so I got one that's on a stick. And since my brother is taller than me (like most people in this world...*sigh*) I have him unload the dishwasher. Unfortunately, dishes is the chore that my parents make me do, even during the semester. Only exception is when I don't eat with them because I'm working or if I'm absolutely swamped with homework. I would rather do most any other chore, vacuuming, bathrooms, mopping, dusting...but dishes are the devil. I think my parents agree and that's why I'm the one who has to do it.
But every now and then, I can trade chores with my mom. We do this especially if my brother has math homework that my mom doesn't know how to do (it's been longer since she's been in school).