"Hi, Z. How was your day?"
"What did you do today"
"Did you get your room clean?"
"No, the cleaning fairy didn't come today, I think she has a tummyache or something."
That ever elusive Cleaning Fairy has ruined my plans for sleep once again. The stupid B never comes to work or does what needs to be done around the house, and I am pretty damn sure that there are days that she is sneaking into the house and making a bigger mess for me to clean up.
As far as fairies go, I am certain that I have been assigned the worst of the bunch. The Wash My Car Fairy has been missing in action since I got my driver's license (the Pump My Gas Fairy has also gone missing and there is a reward out on that one), the Cook My Dinner Fairy makes sure that I am always one ingredient short of a masterpiece (we are known for being the family that has peanut butter but no jelly, kool-aid but no sugar, spaghetti sauce but no noodles, the Buy My Groceries Fairy may be a little drunk when she is out shopping), the Wash the Laundry and Clean the Toilets Fairies
In reality, I am the Fairy. I do not have wings, I do not have magic or fairy dust. I do prefer to do my housecleaning when everyone has fallen asleep primarily because no one is making a mess while I am trying to clean or cook or launder or pay my bills. And while I accept the fact that these are my responsibilites, I also know that I need to sleep on occasion.
There will be days that one or all of the fairies don't show up.
Blame it on Daylight Savings Time.