Magic Eraser… oh, how I love thee.
Let me count the ways:
- Tile Floors
- Wood Trim
- Shower Walls, Shower Door, Shower Spout
I could effortlessly go on. In fact, quite possibly I should invest stock in the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. Heck! I joined Costco merely as a means to easily buy magic erasers in bulk.
As sweat trickled down my forehead, this is the ode I mentally composed in order to help pass my time during my
weekly monthly ( if I’m lucky) attempt to erase the dirt in our master bathroom.
The Early Day Obsession
When Mr. Clean 1st introduced the Magic Eraser, I couldn’t put it down. I lived in an old 1950’s home with lots of “character” and it was like a game to indeed see what this magical eraser could conquer cleaning next.
- Permanent Marker? Not permanent any more.
- Lifelong grimy tile grout? Never again.
- Irreparable marks (thought to be physical damage) to appliances, cabinetry and walls? Nothing’s to big a job for this amazing tool.
I was mystified. And hooked.
Using my Magic Eraser for the 1st year was almost like my husband’s initial encounter with his power washer. Obsessive.
Over the years I’ve grown accustomed to its miraculous cleaning abilities. My obsession has gradually turned into a mature relationship, with mutual respect for the tool that does the erasing and the eraser herself (a.k.a. me).
There is only one thing I’ve found that the Magic Eraser cannot repair:
My sincere contempt for cleaning our family’s bathrooms.
An Unlikely Solution
“There. Voila!” I finished, immediately slumping down to the floor clutching what was left of my powerful, but physically draining Magic Eraser. With the (long overdue) necessary job finally complete, I sat exhausted just outside the now pristine bathroom.
Maybe if I washed our bathrooms more often than just once-a-month they wouldn’t take this long to clean? However, truth be told, cleaning the bathroom just does not seem a priority most days.
Slowly I rose and (looking as though I had just left the gym) headed downstairs to start dinner. “Maybe I should simply pay someone to clean the bathroom.” I only half jokingly said under my breath (yet aloud) to no-one in particular.
“Really Mom?” Said my 10-year-old who happened to overhear my remark. “I’d do it! How much would you pay me?”
I’m sort-of new at having a “big kid.” Having recently turned 10, there is something very unique and different now about my oldest daughter. She can go from my little girl to seemingly all grown up quicker than my toddler can tear down my son’s Lego creations. It honestly would not have occurred to me that she might be interested in picking up a “part-time job” as our bathroom scrubber.
“How much?” she asked again, interrupting my thoughts.
Bathrooms are HARD work and having just come down from completing the deed, I was in the mindset that I would have paid someone BIG BUCKS to scour what I’d just scrubbed. Wisely though, I thought to reverse the question back at her.
“How much do you think it’s worth?” I responded.
Shyly she looked up at me, not used to negotiating money with her mom. “Well, maybe $10?” she said, her excitement building around the fact that I was taking her seriously.
“Come on! I can do it.” She exclaimed, seeing my hesitation that it would get done and get done well. And then, I noticed her eyes light up with one last question.
“Do I get to use the Magic Eraser?” she enthusiastically inquired.
“Well of course.” I smiled.
“Yes!” she cheered, making a “cha-ching” like move with her right arm. “$10 dollars AND I get to use the Magic Eraser! Bingo!”
Secretly I smiled with pride in that last statement – while composing my farewell ode:
Magic Eraser. Oh, how I love thee.
Let me pass thee on…
However, if the state of her bedroom (and her bedroom desk) is any indication of how the bathroom will be kept cleaned… maybe I shouldn’t hold my breath?
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