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ESSENTIAL CHORE: FACEWASHING
- cecilybennett
- Nov 18, 2025
- 5 min read
Do you ever wish you could just go to bed without washing your face?
Yes, I know it’s one of those things dermatologists say you must always do, or else terrible things will happen. If you don’t wash your face, your face dry out like a puddle in the sun. It will book itself on the next flight to Mykonos and live a better life, away from you. Don’t want to wash your face? Then don’t have a face.
I must confess: Sometimes I feel too tired. Sometimes the idea of the water running into my sleeves and up to my elbows is more than I can bear after a day of working and wrangling and being the adult I have no choice but to be. Sometimes, I would rather have a shower at midnight, a full admin-shower with razors, shower gels, exfoliating mitts, body serums and oils, than endure the chore of face-washing at the sink.

Sometimes, if I’m already sitting in bed, doomscrolling until my brain cells float away, the thought of having to get up and squeeze product, and apply it and emulsify, and rinse, and apply skincare is enough to make me retreat, like a sleepy turtle, into my doona.
I gently put my phone down and slowly close my eyes and enact to myself that the reason I’m not washing my face is because I actually just accidentally fell asleep, nothing to see here, Officer! Just a tired woman who fell asleep while doomscrolling, even though I am just pretending to be asleep because I am too tired to wash my face, and the only person I am cheating is… my face.
In the morning, future me bitterly regrets my decision to lie to myself. Because my face feels dry. It does not feel clean. It is disappointed and angry. I have traces of yesterday’s makeup on my skin, yesterday’s memories are clogging my pores, and my facecloth shakes its head with shame and despair.
“Really should have made more effort,” say the traces of Merit The Uniform Tinted Mineral Sunscreen SPF 45, now staining the white fibres of my Lonvitalite Microfiber Cleansing Assistant (lol). Merit is my current base of choice (lightweight, hydrating, barely-there feel with a satisfying glow) but on other days this week's it's also been Mavala Serum Foundation (silky and smooth, balancing and radiant, packed with skincaring ingredients) and Revlon Illuminance Skincaring Foundation (for those days when I need the power of squalane and hyaluronic acid to stay hydrated).
On the mornings my face wakes up neglected, I work extra hard to dredge it back to neutral. I am not a monster. I really try to make it up to my face. Forgive me, face!
It’s not just hyaluronic acid, Vitamin C, moisturiser and sunscreen on those days.
It's a hydrating emulsion, layers in between of hydrating mist, then hyaluronic acid, vitamin C, a heavy-lifting moisturiser, a sunscreen, more mist …. And then all the other stuff: concealer, foundation, some bronzer, blusher, eyebrows (always, so insipid otherwise), mascara (hardy ever, can’t be bothered but desperate times etc) lippy without fail.
I genuinely enjoy applying skincare. I have some specific rituals which I will share at some point, that make me feel not like I am in a tiny bathroom with traces of mould in the grout, but in a beautiful day spa with someone who cares. When I can take myself mentally there, time stops. My face says: thank you, for being kind, and not a lazy POS.

It is good to remind myself of how it feels to be unbothered, cleansed, moisturised and in my lane. But it is also good to remember that there is no light without dark. There is no happiness without sadness. And there is no clean face without a dirty face that pretends to sleep instead of getting it the TLC it deserves.
Life is extraordinarily tiring. I know we all make it look easy, dragging ourselves through the hamster wheel of life, and we keep doing it day after day, even when the hamster wheel is stuck in wet concrete, or has actually detached from its spokes and rolled over the hamster and OHMYGOD the hamster is dead and now we must plan a funeral.
No, we are all still here, showing up for our friends and family, and doing our jobs and doing our best to keep the house tidy and the washing done and our children fed and clothed and educated and entertained and the dishwasher packed and unpacked and packed and unpacked and packed and unpacked and packed and unpacked and ———
———I just realised I am malfunctioning as a result of the overwhelm of life and the best thing I can possibly do for myself, right now, at 10:01pm, is put my laptop down, go to the bathroom, and wash my face. There’s always a silver lining. Tomorrow’s face will thank me.
FYI, these are my current favourite face cleansers, in rotation, depending on my mood, subject to change at any given moment!



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