⭐️【Fluffy】I'm sorry!! I cleaned it for the first time in 2 years🙇‍♀️ 733

I hate cleaning, but I hate dirt even more.
What on earth did I get my hands on this time?
And after 2 years, too??

I thought it ended with the trilogy, but there was still more.
What I tackled this time is...

The difficulties of maintaining this ventilation fan are that the sirocco fan cannot be removed, the gap between the fan and the inner wall is narrow making it hard to use hands or tools, and it is tough to keep looking up while standing on a stepladder.

It's a 37-year-old rental property, I wonder how many years have passed since I moved in?
When I first moved in, the ventilation fan was making a strange noise.
When I removed the cover, hmm, cotton??
Surprisingly, dust was packed into a square shape.
It wasn't at a level where I could just vacuum it; when I pinched the dust with my fingers, a white lump popped right out.

Uh, don't they do a cleaning before moving in, or rather, after the previous tenant moves out?
This amount of dust, no matter how hard you try, it's impossible to accumulate it in a matter of "months," right?
If so, does that mean the previous tenant didn't clean the ventilation fan?

The previous tenant's child went to the same elementary school as my child.
I was a PTA committee member that year, so I was acquainted with both parents.
"That person (specifically) didn't clean it!!"
"Why do I have to??" I thought, but I tried to remove as much dust as I could, but the strange noise didn't stop.

When I requested a repair from the management company, an interior contractor came to check it right away.
"Ah, this type cannot be repaired."
"I don't mind if it's just an overhaul or even just cleaning, so please."
"It's impossible."
"............" Game over.

Bathroom dust collaborates with moisture and turns from "fluffy" into "lumps."
I can't see it, so I have to feel it, but the narrow grooves of the sirocco fan are packed tight with years of dust lumps, like the rice in pressed sushi.


I stick my hand holding a short, broken disposable chopstick or bamboo skewer through the gap and bend my wrist at an angle.
I press the chopstick or skewer where I think "this is the groove!!" and scrub.
I turn the fan a little and scrub again.

As I continued cleaning, the strange noise stopped.
I felt a sense of accomplishment for "getting it done" and disappointment that "darn, I won't get a new one now."
Since then, cleaning the ventilation fan has become my routine at the beginning of every month.

The routine broke in April 2022, with my unexpected leave of absence.
At the time, my physical condition was quite bad, and I was vomiting all day long; cleaning didn't even cross my mind for a second.
After being off for a year, I finally started to feel like I should return to my original life.

I read about your leave of absence for the first time in a while⤵️

…Or so I thought, and then, an unexpected fracture.
Until the bone heals, I must absolutely not bend my leg, I must keep it elevated, I must not put any weight on it, and I must stay resting.
Unless I'm hospitalized, there's no way I can manage that at home...

After two years, I finally felt ready to face the ventilation fan.
Where does motivation usually hide, anyway?
When does one actually feel like giving it a go?
There aren't clumps of dust like when I first moved in, but as I scrub and wipe, scrub and wipe, gray powder snow falls down.

Once I'm in the zone, I don't mind the powder snow piling up on my shoulders and apron.
I don't mind the foot I'm balancing on the stepladder.
I don't mind the pain in my neck from looking up or the crick in my wrist.
...Huh? A glare? A click of the tongue?
Osamu (pseudonym, my eldest son), holding his boxers, was looking at me with irritation.

Osamu wakes up an hour before he has to leave.
It's a given that he showers as soon as he wakes up.
However, what time he wakes up is never decided.
Since he doesn't talk to his mother, I don't know his work shifts, and I don't know his days off.
He stood there silently with an expression that seemed to say, 'It's a given that I shower when I wake up, and you got in my way.'

In the end, I couldn't get it as clean as I would have liked.
Well, I could have just continued after Osamu left, but...
It's clean enough that I think once a month might be fine, so I'm satisfied.
I did a good job, me.
I was great, me.
I'll just do my best next month. Will I do my best? I think I probably will. Maybe I will? Well, just be prepared for it.
by Chadarereshi

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