“Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall, and wind may blow
And many miles be still to go
But under a tall tree will I lie
And let the clouds go sailing by.”
— J.R.R. Tolkien
Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing.
My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.
There was no need to do any housework at all. After the first four years the dirt doesn’t get any worse.
Dust is a protective coating for fine furniture.
Housework is what a woman does that nobody notices unless she hasn’t done it.
I’m eighteen years behind in my ironing. There’s no use doing it now, it doesn’t fit anybody I know.
I hate housework. You make the beds, you wash the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again.
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