Funny Cleaning Stories Novels & Stories

“Nope. Uncle Royal was trying to brush my hair for swim class, and he dropped all my hair ties in the toilet. The whole bag and when he knelt down to get them out, he accidentally leaned on the lever and flushed them.” “An entire plastic bag. I had to get a plunger and one of those snake things you use to shove into plumbing to fish things out. Precious thought it was pretty funny.” Gosh he adored the light in her eyes as she tried to not laugh at his plight. As he lay here with the child between them, he never wanted this feeling to go away. “By the time we got back from the store, there was water all over the bathroom floor. Thankfully, my parents tend to pop over on Saturday mornings, so

He was so fucking annoying. I scrubbed even harder, the soap slipping through my fingers. This was so unfair. I should have used the mop, but I was avoiding being told that I had not cleaned some parts well, so on my knees I went, cleaning the whole house. Believe me, it’s not fun.

I had no problem with chores, but I hated it when I had to do so much. I quickly cleaned the bucket, added fresh water, and the soap that scented like Irish springs and Avocados. With that, I walked back to the room I was assigned to clean. The next few hours, I spent it mopping, and cleaning surfaces. I had no idea how huge the whole place was till that moment. It was a continuous process of changing water and squeezing a wet mopping stick. Thanks to the water that had spilled earlier, it made everything more difficult to handle.

I suppressed a laugh and nodded. "Vexen! Dear, don't worry. Our washroom is so clean. I, myself, cleaned the washroom with the soap. The soap is very famous here and it is the most expensive soap here. Do you know, it is all in one soap? We take a bath with it, wash dishes, and clean houses. It smells so nice. You have to use that and—"

I knew the horses would be happy to see me since I was going there to make their home clean. Roger, the only stallion in the team, was mischievous enough to leave a big asf lump of shit for me to clean up. It was his way of pulling a massive joke on me. Sure enough, when I got there, I discovered Roger was being nice for a change which I appreciated. I could without having to scrap away shit that was strong enough to break the shovel in half. It took me three hours to get all the shit away then I moved to clean the toilet. I had to make a quick stop at the equipment room to grab the scrubs and brush I would need for the toilet.

Her heart did a stupid flip. Three dots. Then: **Finn:** ...Ava? **Ava:** Yeah. **Finn:** Thought you forgot my number. **Ava:** I didn't. Just... busy. **Finn:** Same, went for multiple auditions. Bad ones. They texted for hours, talking about really dumb stuff. **Finn:** Remember when I tried to add chocolate to mashed potatoes? **Ava:** I still have nightmares. **Finn:** it was most definitely worth it. You laughed.

I feel my face flush a little. Leni will kill me if anyone finds out how much of a slob she is. She tries her best to clean up after herself, but she’s always in a hurry and leaves random shit all over the apartment. I tidy up as much as I can after her. It took some time to convince her to let housekeeping help us. Thank the Goddess she caved in. They have saved us from ourselves. Wait, today was cleaning day. There’s no way a hairbrush should be on the floor.

“The floor is still sticky. It will collect a lot of dirt soon.” The attendant only glanced at the floor. It was indeed collecting more dirt than it should. It would be a pain to clean later. “Can’t do anything about it, man. Our cleaner might be too strong for some customers, so we scheduled deep cleaning after closing. There’s no blood or anything, just some pineapples and a grown man on the floor.”

“We couldn’t do the heavy lifting stuff, obviously, not that young, but we could dust, or move chairs out of the way, or put things back on shelves after she’d cleaned them.” “Yep,” Drake said. “And as we got older, we started doing the real cleaning with her – mopping the hallways, cleaning the windows, scrubbing the toilets… you name it, we did it. And to be honest with you, we’re still pretty fucking fantastic cleaners.” “I totally believe you,” Briley said, thinking about the state of her guest room, and her kitchen, and bathroom. The men would give Mr. Clean a run for his money in terms of keeping surfaces spic-and-span. “Is this the school that you ended up attending as students?”