Position Vacant: House Cleaning Fairy, Sydney

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Reaching middle age has affected my health in many ways. I am unarguably larger in size, most definitely losing my marbles, but I’m also mentally far less tolerant to…well, just about everything.

My biggest and most recent ‘intolerance’ is to house cleaning. The sheer banality of housework, when there are so many other things out there to ignite the senses, frankly gets on my tits.

This is not a new problem. I have implored the old man several times to release some of his secret funds for a cleaner (here), but apparently ‘wallet said no!’

Which leaves this particular house cleaning fairy no option, but to go on leave – indefinitely.

Cooking is the worst chore, and having to cook for a family who still sees Mcdonalds as a treat, has finally defeated me. These days, when I start to think about preparing dinner, I feel like curling up and rocking in my bedroom. That’s not normal.

I spend my days IN BETWEEN WORKING, clearing up after everyone in the family.

Kurt is obviously the worst offender, as NC tends to only extend her mess as far as her lab. But Kurt is more egocentric than even the most existentialist teenager and he lives in a bubble that revolves around his needs and his needs only.

He also hates to be alone, which means that he spreads his mess like disease, from room to room. Just as his personality is a dominating presence in our house, so is his stuff.

‘Did you move my shit?’ is a common accusation of the house cleaning fairy.

Kurt doesn’t know what a rubbish bin is. He evidently believes that a towel should only be used once and that cups and plates find their own way to the dishwasher. He also believes that every room has a secondary function as a recording studio.

So the combination of working from home and living with a child who likes ‘nesting’ in every area of the house, means that the ‘fairy’s’ old standards of household tidiness have had to slip.

The family is evidently quite happy to live in a pigsty as they’ve failed to notice my ‘superficial’ cleans since I went back to work.

These involve:

Pushing Kurt’s empty cans, chip packets and juice cartons under sofas

Using the towels to clean the bathroom floor

Folding towels neatly after cleaning the bathroom floor with them, so they look clean

Using the dog as a vacuum to clean the kitchen floor

Recycling school uniform and spraying it with deodorant so it smells clean

Hand dusting

Taking clothes out of the laundry basket that pass the sniff test and putting them back in cupboards.

 

There is no aspect of housework that fulfils me. Ironing is worse than watching paint dry, cleaning scum from the bathroom (even it is from the same gene pool) turns my stomach, and don’t get me started on the washing – although admittedly I have been quite enterprising in that department by outsourcing much of it to Kurt’s OCD – mental illness can have its benefits.

Do you ever find yourself scrubbing that brown grime ring from the bath (where the fuck does that come from?), thinking ‘is this really what life is about?’

Cooking not only bores me to tears, it exacerbates my anxiety levels too.

Maybe it’s because the kids have inherited the old man’s bland palate or maybe I’ve created food monsters by being too accommodating, but I have allowed myself to become a lackey in the kitchen.

SED (aka Fussy Eaters) goes with the ADHD territory, which is why we are all a bit finicky about food, but the fact is that we all want to eat different things, invariably at different times, and as we can’t afford takeaway every night, it makes my job as chief cook in the house wrist-slittingly frustrating.

Not a meal goes by where someone doesn’t complain about ‘what’s for dinner’ or my desecration of it. I’d prefer to have my wisdom teeth pulled without anesthetic than plan a meal for my family these days.

Imagine how awesome it must be for them to have the ‘fairy’ just call them to the table when dinner’s ready, rather than having to shop for and plan how many different ways the same piece of protein can be adapted to suit everyone’s dietary foibles.

I’ve had to become very deceptive creative.

Of course, the family would argue that I am the fussy eater, because (shock, horror!) I choose to eat healthily.

How very new-wave of me.

Sometimes the areas of mediocrity in my life appall me and I take all those inspiring words on Pinterest to heart – because no-one ever talks about achieving happiness while cleaning toilets.

No-one is going to put this house-cleaning fairy in the corner.

Position Vacant: House Cleaning Fairy, Sydney

14 thoughts on “Position Vacant: House Cleaning Fairy, Sydney

  1. I feel your pain. It’s funny – I’ve long talked about the magical “cooking and cleaning fairy” that everyone else in the house gets to enjoy. To be fair, our kids do take on a lot of the chores around the house. But if I don’t force people to do laundry, it doesn’t get done. And if I don’t take charge of all the shopping and meal prep, we don’t eat. The older I get the better I understand why the older generation tends to have house help – they’ve simply had enough!

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  2. I’ve often declared that “in this house shall no one eat or wear clothing ever again” because the laundry is never ending and as for washing dishes? Pah! Yuck. I have discovered a wonderful thing, that often doesn’t work for those with kids and without finances…. Lite n Easy. While L&E does not solve the problem of a floor overrun with dust bunnies and tumbleweeds, it does solve the problem of me having to shop, cook and do dishes. The meals all arrive weekly in a lovely big polystyrene box on the front doorstep as if by magic, and everything for every meal you need to eat for the entire week is contained within. Dishes need be done only every three days, and the only shopping required is dog/cat food and milk. Oh, and cleaning products, but after reading your blog post, perhaps that will even stop.

    I love your idea of popping things back into cupboards after passing the sniff test. As a teen I was always wearing three outfits a day, much to my mother’s chagrin. I’m positive she did the sneaky sniff test, too, on more than one occasion.

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    1. That does sound like a wonderful idea – I might suggest it at the next family meeting.
      My laundry is over-run with clothes at different stages of the cleaning process due to Kurt’s OCD. He insists on washing his entire wardrobe every week even if its in his drawer clean (or not – muahaha!)

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      1. oh good lord. that sounds like he needs to learn to use the washing machine….or does he do it himself?

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  3. Mother of 3 boys here, so you can imagine what a joy toilet cleaning is in my house. I also have a severe case of mageiracophobia every single night, right around 5.30pm, oddly enough. I wait for the pesky old Dinner Fairy and she never shows up. Rude. Hmph.

    Love this post. xo

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  4. Hello,
    Yes… cleaning is very necessary to remain healthy. But most of the people just hate cleaning. So its very difficult to say someone to clean. We just want a cleaning service provider who will do the duty in perfect way.

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