Marcelene Cox Quotes

I hate housework! You make the beds, you do the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again.

When it comes to housework the one thing no book of household management can ever tell you is how to begin. Or maybe I mean why.

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.

There is no need to do any housework at all. After the first four years the dirt doesn't get any worse.

Housework, if you do it right, will kill you.

My fear is getting stuck doing the same thing over and over.

Housework is a treadmill from futility to oblivion with stop-offs at tedium and counter productivity.

A certain amount of housekeeping also goes on in my poems. I wash doorknobs, do dishes, mop floors, patch carpets, cook.

Ours is a life of constant reruns. We're always circling back to where we'd we started, then starting all over again. Even if we don't run extra laps that day, we surely will come back for more of the same another day soon.

It gets so boring you know just to do the same thing over and over again.

How many people just get up on Monday and do the same thing they've done every single Monday - go to work and just turn on route automatic and no longer have any meaning in their life?

It's so important to me to do the washing, do the Hoovering. I don't ever want to lose contact with that.

I love cleaning. I love mopping the floor. If you need your floor mopped, I'm there.

Cleaning your house while your kids are still growing up is like shoveling the walk before it stops snowing.

You know what I like to do on a Sunday morning? Clean my house. I really enjoy it; it's my ritual. I require tidiness, actually. I have to have everything spotless before I can relax.

Dusting is a good example of the futility of trying to put things right. As soon as you dust, the fact of your next dusting has already been established.

Because I think a lot of people felt like, ultimately - and this isn't the first time I've said this, so I'll bore you again with it - but ultimately it was... I think it felt like homework a bit for people.

I love to clean. I love to cook.

I'm a housewife: I spend far more time on housework than anything else.

I love washing, hoovering, ironing, you name it. I find it very therapeutic.

Why do I do this every Sunday? Even the book reviews seem to be the same as last week's. Different books same reviews.

I don't do anything but sleep, when I'm not working. I have no life. I'm no fun. All I want to do is sleep and get ready for the next day. It's awesome.

Sometimes it feels like my life is just one long day.

My life is gardening, cleaning around the house and power washing.

When you're doing something every week, it's kind of routine.