Do you ever fantasize? You know, dream about something that you will never have a chance to have? I do. In fact my fantasy involves a tool. A tool my husband doesn’t understand why I love it. But love it, I do.
Every time I use it, I fantasize about going to an exotic place, a place that glistens with clean. A place that shines of beauty. But hubby always cautions me to be careful with the vibrating tool. He is so afraid of me getting hurt. But I always use caution and feel myself getting damp and drifting away. He thinks I’m nuts when he is more than willing to do it for me.
I roll up my pants, kick off my shoes and off I go to bliss. I know the dangers, I know the pressure could cut my toes off, but so far I find it very pleasurable. Be prepared, this is my dream:
This is the tool.
My fantasy is that I could clean the bathrooms, the kitchen, the laundry room, the floors, the walls, the ceilings, the widows, the inside of the oven, everything with the super power washer.
Cleaning the balcony or the concrete patio, the deck rails and all else, in a couple of hours without breaking a sweat while I watch the dirt disappear is pure pleasure. No scrubbing, no polishing, no kidding. It’s not nearly as much work as doing a couple of flights of stairs with the vacuum. Not nearly as much work as being on hands and knees scrubbing floors. Not as dangerous as standing on a ladder to scrub the ceiling. Much more fun the cleaning the inside of the toilet until I can be proud of its glistening white porcelain.
I hold that wand like a fireman putting out a fire. Or the heroes fighting off an invasion of aliens with their flame throwers. Then the real fantasy kicks in.
I imagine it is the inside of the shower that is going from a bit dingy to sparkling, shiny white. Just think about it, it is a total power trip. In a day I can be done and it doesn’t need to be done again for a year. You can actually visually witness the gunk being blown off the surface. Think of the advantage of using it to wash a kid’s dirty neck, no more fighting if we could just hose them off once or twice a year. And the animals, just a quick power spray and they would be sweet and sparkling clean. Ahhhh, it is such a sweet dream.
And housework would not be repeated daily or weekly. I seriously imagine I am cleaning the inside of my house. I actually smile as I envision cleaning and going from room to room leaving a fresh clean house in my wake. Then after the bathrooms are clean from ceiling to floor. I move on to the windows, the blinds, the inside of the refrigerator, the chandeliers, the vents over the stove.
Awwww no need to take me away, just let me go with out with the power washer and fantasize…
…and the silly thing is hubby thinks it’s his job, he doesn’t like to do it, but doesn’t want me to do it. He doesn’t want the neighbors to see me working so hard. Hard? Humph! Hard is doing it all by hand, no sunshine, closed up inside, and repeat some of it every day the rest every week. Repeat, repeat and repeat some more.
That is reality, says she with the awesome washer and dryer and the fabulous dishwasher, a new Dyson and the sweetest husband. But wouldn’t it be nice? The only thing we need to make it a reality is a fully water proof house inside and out. Not sure what to do with mattresses, pillows and carpets, but I’m working on that. It is all available now…in fantasy land.