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The house elf has abandoned me

Argh, it's one of THOSE days.
I saw this day coming. It wasn't sneaky. This day wanted me to know it was coming. This day wanted to see the sourness creep across my face. My distaste for this day simply provided fuel for it, causing it to grow, become monstrous.
I didn't sign up for this day (actually, it was in the fine print), and yet here it is, a day all stay-at-home parents must face.
This day is Clean-the-house Day.
And I hate it.
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Let me list all the reasons why I hate this day (as if I need to because I know you hate this day too):
  • Dusting.
  • Sweeping.
  • Mopping.
  • Dusting.
  • Toilet cleaning.
  • Tub cleaning.
  • Dusting.
  • It's hard to keep Willow entertained (she hates dusting too).
  • Sink scrubbing.
  • Dusting.
  • Dusting.
  • Dusting.
I think I've delivered a solid argument to why I hate Clean-the-house Day.
And I hate the day even more because it was forced onto me (by big corporations, I'm sure of it).
You see, back in the day when I was a normal everyday working husband, I left all this gritty stuff to the house elf.
But the house elf left when I started staying home. I waited for him to show up, but he never did.
I liked what the house elf did, keeping a clean house, but he up and left, leaving me, ME, to do most the dirty work (I say "most" because my wife occasionally points out stuff I'm not doing, and it's always news to me ... that house elf was a thorough fellow).
Oh, well.
The day is here.
The house elf has abandoned me.
It's all up to me to keep this place clean.
Or is it?
Willow is scooching around pretty good nowadays.
Maybe if I strap a dust cloth to her ...

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