onerous

Caring for her three younger siblings after school felt onerous to Maya. Each day, she struggled to finish her homework while cooking dinner and making sure everyone was safe. The responsibility weighed on her, making every afternoon more tiring and difficult than it should have been.

The endless paperwork felt truly onerous. Every signature, every checkmark, added to the pile of tasks that felt like a heavy weight on his shoulders, making each day a struggle to get through.

Filing taxes always felt onerous to Mark. He dreaded the endless forms, complicated calculations, and the risk of making a mistake that could cost him money. Every year, the paperwork weighed on him like a heavy backpack, making him wish he could just pay someone else to handle the burden.

When Lisa saw the mountain of dirty dishes in the sink, she sighed deeply, knowing that the task ahead was truly onerous. It was as if the dishes were multiplying just to make her life more troublesome, secretly attending wild soap-and-water parties while she slept.

Cleaning up after my toddler's glitter explosion was an onerous task. Tiny sparkly specks clung to *everything*, from my hair to the dog's nose. It was a troublesome, burdensome mess that made me question all my life choices.

The new job came with a list of onerous responsibilities that seemed overwhelming at first glance. The tasks were time-consuming, complex, and required a high level of attention to detail. Despite the challenges, the employee was determined to tackle each onerous duty with diligence and determination.

"Carrying those heavy suitcases through the crowded airport was an onerous task. Each step felt like a burden, and the weight of the luggage seemed to crush down on her shoulders."

The onerous task of disposing of the bodies weighed heavily on her mind as she stood in the dimly lit room, the stench of death lingering in the air. The bloodstained walls and floor served as a grim reminder of the gruesome events that had unfolded just hours before. With trembling hands, she reached for the shovel, knowing that she had no choice but to bury the evidence of her heinous crime deep in the desolate forest. Each shovelful of dirt felt like a crushing weight on her shoulders, the burden of her actions becoming more unbearable with each passing moment.

The old woman's body sagged below the onerous weight of her many years. Her bones creaked under the load, each step a labor that sent jolts of pain through her ancient frame. The weight of time was an unrelenting burden, its relentless toll etched in every line on her wrinkled face. As she shuffled slowly forward, the weight of the world seemed to press down on her, suffocating her with its oppressive presence.

The young mage sighed as she looked at the ancient tome in front of her. The task of deciphering the cryptic runes felt onerous, as if a heavy weight was pressing down on her shoulders. But she knew that unlocking the secrets contained within the book was crucial to saving her kingdom from the dark forces that threatened to destroy it. With a deep breath, she steadied herself and began to focus her magic, determined to overcome the burden of the onerous task before her. The fate of her people depended on her success, and she would not let them down.

Moving into a new apartment seemed exciting at first, but the reality was far from easy. Packing every belonging, cleaning each room, and organizing the move became an onerous task. By the end of the day, the exhaustion made it clear why people find moving so troublesome.

Packing up the entire house felt like an onerous task. Each box represented another chore, another piece of furniture to move, another day of exhaustion. The sheer weight of the undertaking, the endless to dos, pressed down, making the process truly troublesome.

Filing taxes every year feels like an onerous task that drains my energy and patience. The endless paperwork, complex forms, and potential for mistakes make the entire process feel like a heavy burden I'd rather avoid completely.

Carrying Boris’s backpack to school became an onerous task once he decided to bring his entire rock collection, three encyclopedias, two watermelons, and—for reasons unknown—his grandmother’s porcelain cat. By the time I reached the front gate, I was convinced sherpas had it easy.

My neighbor's insistence on meticulously measuring every blade of grass in his lawn felt like an exceptionally onerous task. He'd even started a spreadsheet. Frankly, the sheer diligence he displayed in such a mundane pursuit was, in my opinion, profoundly burdensome.

The workers found the new regulations to be particularly onerous, as they demanded constant documentation and lengthy meetings. The added responsibilities left many feeling exhausted and demoralized, overwhelmed by requirements that seemed to make their jobs far more troublesome than productive.

The mountain of paperwork felt truly onerous, each document a small stone contributing to a formidable, unyielding heap. Completing it would be a considerable undertaking, a truly burdensome task that stretched their patience thin.

Filling out the endless government forms felt like trudging through quicksand. Each page demanded more documentation, more signatures, more arcane details. The onerous process drained Sarah's energy, making her wonder if the permit was worth the exhausting bureaucratic maze she was navigating.

Marcus found the task of alphabetizing his cousin’s collection of taxidermied weasels particularly onerous; not only did the creatures emit a pungent aroma, but their glassy eyes seemed to judge his every move, converting a simple favor into an unexpectedly troublesome—and malodorous—ordeal worthy of a mythic hero.

My aunt Mildred's annual gingerbread village construction project is an onerous undertaking, requiring the meticulously calibrated placement of gingerbread shingles and the anathema-inducing application of royal icing, all while enduring her incessant pronouncements on architectural integrity and the proper dispersion of gumdrop shrubbery.