I was recently dubbed "The Cleaning Fairy". Another client, whose children are in a Francophone school, ask where "Madame" put their stuff. Sometimes, the only response I get is "Thank goodness you are here. My husband was wondering when you were coming!"
I like the Fairy title the best. I may have to sew wings on my scrub tops....
After all, I have magic. Erasers, that is.
And a wand. It's fluffy and yellow and white and has Swiffer on the handle.
I wear a special outfit-it is very washable and one of them is Hello Kitty I Love Nerds.
And I do sing while I clean. Loudly, but only when I don't realize someone's adult university student daughter is home in the basement.
And I can appear at your door when summoned, just like magic. It just takes money and a phonecall.
I like to think that I can fly, but perhaps that is only in my dreams. In a house, it's stairs.
But the best thing of all-I am special and unique.
No one does what I do the way that I do it.
I can make things sparkle, smell good, and look nice.
And I like doing it, go figure.
So, even though I have been sick this last week, and stayed home one day, The Fairy in me did not rest. I clipped the dog, washed out the car, sewed a huge ladybug floor pillow for the school librarian, made bread, homemade mayonnaise, washed bathrooms.....then downloaded Netflix and settled in to watch The Dark Crystal (1980!!)
I was sick; my Fairy alter ego never is.
I looked terrible; the Fairy in me didn't.
When I needed to leave the house presentable, I dressed up like the Fairy that I am, and got back in the ring with dirt and grime and let 'em have it!
This whole alter ego is great.
The Fairy in me is going full steam...What is keeping you going?