I am thankful for many things. My health, my family, HDTV, microbreweries, and the list goes on and on. One thing I am not thankful for, however, is fake trees, especially around the holidays.
I’m not talking about my well-documented struggles with our Fine Corinthian Christmas Tree, although the epic battle between man and eight-foot, pre-lit, faux pine tree will commence all too soon. No, I’m talking about the fake trees that “live” in our house year-round. We have three of them; two in our living room and one in our bedroom. They are about six or seven feet tall, with about six thousand little green leaves each, made out of some sort of space-age nylon fabric that looks surprisingly like actual leaves. I have no idea why military camouflage isn’t made out of the same material.
As Mr. Mom, one of my duties besides keeping the children alive all day is cleaning the house. My wife stays involved by constantly occasionally offering helpful suggestions on what needs to be cleaned. I take her suggestions into consideration, but usually we’re not on the same page regarding the urgency of the matter.
She becomes more and more inflexible on the subject of cleanliness as the holidays approach, and she shifts to downright immobile a few weeks before Thanksgiving. We host the family for turkey week, and somehow in my wife’s mind, that translates to “we shouldn’t have any dust on anything, and the toilets shouldn’t have pee on them.” Go figure.
Last year she wanted me to start cleaning the house two weeks early. Can you imagine!? A wise person once wrote - on one of those Facebook e-postcard things - “Trying to clean a house with kids in it is like trying to brush your teeth while eating Oreos.” When I bring up those sage words of advice to my wife, she just scowls at me and hands me a rag and a bottle of some type of cleaning solution. Some people just don’t appreciate solid internet wisdom.
So I dust. And scrub. And mop. And dust some more. Which brings me to my dislike of our fake trees. Everything else that I have to dust has some kind of purpose. The TV brings me life-sustaining sports programing, the refrigerator keeps the microbrews cold, and the bookshelves hold all the books that make it appear to guests as if we read a lot. Even the family pictures on the walls serve a purpose. They remind us of a simpler time when the boys were younger and weren’t as annoying. A time when they didn’t bring home so much homework, or so many school projects that I have to complete.
But the fake trees do nothing except collect dust as if they were in charge of attracting it from not only our house, but the entire neighborhood.
Every fiber of my male being wants to simply take them outside and hose them off. My wife has conveniently eliminated that option by rigidly fixing them inside giant decorative, painted clay flower pots that weigh roughly eight tons each. I think she got tired of having the trees fall over onto the kids. You only have to ruin a few of those clay pots by trying to roll them across the patio before you get the message loud and clear to stop doing that. Even if I could find a way to get them outside without severely retexturing their surface, the base inside the pot is covered with about five cubic yards of moss. I can’t tell if it’s fake moss or real moss, but either way, trying to get it out of the way would create a larger mess than the one I’m trying to clean in the first place.
So, I am simply stuck trying to clean the trees in place.
If our house looked like I always wanted it to, this would not be a problem. I would simply hose the trees down in place, because the walls and floors of our home would be stainless steel, and there would be a drain in the middle of every room. My wife insisted on plastered, painted walls and carpet, however, “just like all the other normal people have,” so here we are. Dust rag in hand, cleaning each and every individual leaf, one at a time.
Believe me; I tried to figure out a way to avoid a leaf-by-leaf cleaning. The air compressor and the vacuum were problematic to say the least. And I thought the “shaking the tree while running the whole-house fan” method would be much more effective than it was. I did manage to shake out two Lego guys and a sock, but no dust was removed. I even tried attaching the dust rag to my grout mixer bar and running it with my cordless power drill, but that just ended up twisting the little plastic tree branches up in a ball and ripping them out of the fake wood trunk. As a result, much like a real Christmas tree, one of our fake trees has a bald spot that needs to face the wall. Don’t tell my wife!
At least I learned that lesson with only one of the three trees. Actually, wait… come to think of it, we have four of them. Dammit! There’s one up in the game room that I missed. Sorry, I have to go now. I need to spend the next five hours of my life dusting individual leaves.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
I really don’t understand why we can’t have drains in the floors.
See you soon,
Copyright © 2014 Marc Schmatjen
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Best one ever, Marc! Laughed out loud. Yes, we also have fake trees.ReplyDelete
Thanks, Ellie. Glad you liked it. Have a great Thanksgiving! (With or without clean indoor foliage.)ReplyDelete
OMG! I recently suggested to my neighbor that instead of replacing her downstairs flooring with engineered hardwood, she should do a stamped concrete floor with drains...perfect for pre- and post-entertaining clean-up! So glad to hear I'm not the only one hip to this idea. :-) And ya, about fake trees...we have two...I hate dusting...I don't go around dusting the trees in the park...I think they are beautiful just the way they are...nobody goes to the park and judges it based on how clean and shiny the leaves on the trees are...and I guess I dislike dusting more than I care about white glove guests. I do, however, agree with pee-free toilets. :-)ReplyDelete
Right there with you, Natalie. I am also pro pee-free toilets, I just think requiring three elementary school-aged boys (or any-aged boys, or any men, for that matter) to keep them pee-free for two weeks, let alone two hours, is asking a lot.ReplyDelete
Thanks for reading! Have a great Thanksgiving.
Two words, Marc: Feather duster. It's not just a prop for sexy maid costumes. Works great for those places an air hose can't reach.ReplyDelete
Great story, and I hope you all had a happy Thanksgiving!
Good tip, Jon, thanks. I'm going to go find my wife's maid costume and get that duster.ReplyDelete