I have had quite the traumatic day or so and it is all because I had to do the dishes
this situation came about because the newly adult 18 year old daughter
Who thanks all of you for the birthday wishes by the way
Toddled off to uni and didn't unpack the dishwasher
Now some mothers may just get in and unpack it, shaking their heads and smiling at the forgetfulness of their spawn
But principle dictates that I do no such thing and let her lazy sod arse off the hook
So I did what all normal mothers do and passive aggressively muttered about doing the dishes by hand and started to fill the sink
I pushed the strainer plug thingy into place and turned the water to full bore Niagra setting because it isn't hand washing unless there are suds up to your chin
and happily squeezed in some dish liquid and it was then that I saw it
In that horrible moment I realised where the cleaning fairies had gone
In my hands was the most disturbing thing I have ever seen...
Ok not the most disturbing, after all there was the time I picked up what I thought was one of Mushu's old toys in the yard but it turned out to be some sort of disgusting fur ball instead... That was gross on a level that can only be imagined
But it was pretty horrifying to think I was washing dishes with a bottle of liquidised fairies
my immediate thought was to abandon the now traumatic experience of hand washing in favour of the dishwasher
but I then realised that maybe Sinus had also changed our dishwasher tablet brand as well
And you guessed it... More poor fairies... These ones were blue and green and squished up into little pillows of horror.... so many levels of wrong right there
Now I'm not saying they deserve it but my fairy was nothing to write home about
Never bloody turned up and did a rather ordinary job when she did
but even slack arse fairies don't deserve that I expect
And though I do confess to being a tad curious about what sort of machine is used to squeeze the lemony smelling cleaning essence out of fairies
I am feeling a bit worried that maybe they are being bottled into extinction.
Making it all worse the label has a crest/ crown thingy
which makes me think all this has the Queen's stamp of approval
the fairies have obviously done a rubbish job at Buckingham Palace at some stage
moral of the story is to not get on the wrong side of the Queen obviously
Added to the potential horror of the Queen approving wholesale slaughter of fairies
there is also a confusing baby on the label... A very purposeful striding baby
Why? .... Is he the fairy catcher? .... Is he a special baby that poops fairies and then they bottle them? ... Is he striding off the label in some sort of baby outrage? .... Or is he so jaded he is bored by the whole thing and is popping down the pub?
No clue why he is present, or what he has to do with the large scale kidnapping and juicing of fairies, but he is striding with great purpose...
Confusing striding baby aside I was now left with a quandary
Do I wash the dishes in poor fairy juice seeing as the sink is already half filled or do I take a stand and refuse to use any more fairy products?
Of course it isn't going to help the fairies already bottled for my cleaning convenience so I decided to honour those poor glittery souls and do the dishes as planned
See the trauma that not unpacking the dishwasher can lead to
there is a lesson to be learned from all that...
happy painting all...xx
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