Housework can't kill you, but why take a chance?— Phyllis Diller
Jittery Housework quotations
I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again.
The man in our society is the breadwinner;
the woman has enough to do as the homemaker, wife and mother.
My mother was a wonderful, wonderful woman with a lovely voice who hated housework, hated cooking even more and loved her children. She was always arranging church activities such as a bazaar.
I'm not going to vacuum 'til Sears makes one you can ride on.
Composing a piece of music is very feminine.
It is sensitive, emotional, contemplative. By comparison, doing housework is positively masculine.
But teaching is like climbing a mountain.
Do not let a flattering woman coax and wheedle you and deceive you; she is after your barn.
I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes -- and six months later you have to start all over again.
I always thought a yard was three feet, then I started mowing the lawn.
Housework is a breeze. Cooking is a pleasant diversion. Putting up a retaining wall is a lark. But teaching is like climbing a mountain.
Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day.
Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity.
I love it when my justifications for avoiding housework are actually legitimate.
I think housework is far more tiring and frightening than hunting is, no comparison, and yet after hunting we had eggs for tea and were made to rest for hours, but after housework people expect one to go on just as if nothing special had happened.
My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.
I'm eighteen years behind in my ironing. There's no use doing it now, it doesn't fit anybody I know.
Now, as always, the most automated appliance in a household is the mother.
On every level of life, from housework to heights of prayer, in all judgment and efforts to get things done, hurry and impatience are sure marks of the amateur.
It would be as wise to set up an accomplished lawyer to saw wood as a business as to condemn an educated and sensible woman to spend all her time boiling potatoes and patching old garments. Yet this is the lot of many a one who incessantly stitches and boils and bakes, compelled to thrust back out of sight the aspirations which fill her soul.
The care of a house, the conduct of a home, the management of children, the instruction and government of servants, are as deserving of scientific treatment and scientific professors and lectureships as are the care of farms, the management of manure and crops, and the raising and care of stock.
I got the blues thinking of the future, so I left off and made some marmalade.
It's amazing how it cheers one up to shred orange and scrub the floor.
I enjoy doing housework, ironing, washing, cooking, dishwashing.
Whenever I get one of those questionaires and they ask what is your profession, I always put down housewife. It's an admirable profession, why apologize for it. You aren't stupid because you're a housewife. When you're stirring the jam you can read Shakespeare.
Happiness does not consist in pastimes and amusements but in virtuous activities.
[On women's role in the home:] Every wife, mother and housekeeper feels at present that there is some screw loose in the household situation.
Have you ever taken anything out of the clothes basket because it had become, relatively, the cleaner thing?
A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing and mojito in your hand.
Housework is work directly opposed to the possibility of human self-actualization.
Housework can kill you if done right.
Invisible, repetitive, exhausting, unproductive, uncreative - these are the adjectives which most perfectly capture the nature of housework.
And, over the last thirty years we have seen men's participation in both housework and childcare has increased and women's have stayed at about the same.
A man's home is his castle, and his wife is the janitor
I was born imagining myself with an apron on, with pies cooling on the window sill and babies crying upstairs. I thought that all that stuff would somehow anchor me to the planet, that it was the weight I needed to keep from just flying off into space.
People can say what they like about the eternal verities, love and truth and so on, but nothing's as eternal as the dishes.
At the worst, a house unkept cannot be so distressing as a life unlived.