Dogs do not grasp the concept of house cleaning.
I love cleaning the house. I'd never have a cleaner - I wouldn't trust them to do it.
I love washing, hoovering, ironing, you name it. I find it very therapeutic.
I never mind scrubbing floors, vacuuming or bending and carrying stuff. Each time I do it I think, this is instead of going to the gym.
domestic work is the most elementary form of labor. It is suitable for those with the intelligence of rabbits. All it requires is cleanlines, tidiness and quickness - not moral or intellectual qualities at all, but merely the outward and visible signs of health.
I'm actually really good at vacuuming, and I don't even mind it so much. I hate dusting with a passion, and I am not a fan of tidying up, but vacuuming I can do. And mopping floors: I'm not bad at that, either.
Why is it that when you wipe up dust its called dusting but when you wipe up a spill its not called spilling? Just something to think about.
When I went to a school in Japan, they told me that both the teachers and students perform cleaning tasks here to keep the schools clean. I wondered why can't we do it in India.
I've always enjoyed doing dishes. Maybe it was the fashionable yellow gloves that I loved so much. It's weird, I know, but I find cleaning cathartic.
Ah, Meese has brought us her finest goblets! A moment, whilst Kruppe sweeps out cobwebs, insect husks and other assorted proofs of said goblets' treasured value.
For a single woman, preparing for company means wiping the lipstick off the milk carton.
Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity.
Lord of all pots and pans and things make me a saint by getting meals and washing up the plates!
I love to clean. I love to cook.
Well, I can do certain jobs because smells don't bother me. But that means I'm usually the one at the ranch cleaning up all the manure.
I try to get as close as I can to cleaning out my inbox every night.
We dream of having a clean house - but who dreams of actually doing the cleaning? We don't have to dream about doing the work, because doing the work is always within our grasp; the dream, in this sense, is to attain the goal without the work.
My worst Christmas ever was in 1987 when Santa brought me and my sister a dose of chicken-pox. And my worst present ever was a Dirt Devil vacuum cleaner! I don't like to sound ungrateful, but I do find vacuuming difficult to get excited about.
I really like doing the laundry, because I succeed at it. But I loathe putting it away. It is already clean.
People invite me to dinner not because I can cook, but because I like to clean up. I get immediate gratification from windex. Yes, I do windows.
A certain amount of housekeeping also goes on in my poems. I wash doorknobs, do dishes, mop floors, patch carpets, cook.
Cleaning isn't all that interesting to me. I'm disorganized.
I've worked at this film festival in Telluride called the Telluride Film Festival. Been there since 2002. I used to make popcorn. I was an usher. Cleaned toilets, everything. Grew up there as a kid.
The servants must wait like ninjas for me to leave so they could render this place spotless again.
Of course I have to clean my room and sometimes wash the dishes. And do a lot of other cleaning because my brothers, they leave a mess. But me too, me too. I have to admit I'm guilty of that, too.
