Jeaniene Frost Quotes

Women basically want the same thing - a good passionate story, a great fantasy - and for our partners to do the laundry and the washing up.

I love to clean. I love to cook.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

When domestic servants are treated as human beings it is not worth while to keep them.

Lord of all pots and pans and things make me a saint by getting meals and washing up the plates!

If you're a working mom, you're still expected to be a super-mom at home, buy organic food, put dinner on the table every night, and do all the research into preschools. It's really hard.

Housekeeping in common is for women the acid test.

Machismo makes no provision for preparing lunch, doing the laundry, or minding the baby.

There is only one thing worse than coming home from the lab to a sink full of dirty dishes, and that is not going to the lab at all!

Expectations are just disappointments waiting to happen.

HUSBAND, n. One who, having dined, is charged with the care of the plate.

Every housemaid expects at least once a week as much excitement as would have lasted a Jane Austen heroine throughout a whole novel.

It is for homely features to keep home,- They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?

It all comes down to who does the dishes.

Domestic work, is, after all, both tedious and repetitive, and it is not surprising that most women and all men avoid as much of it as possible.

Wait. This was the first lesson I had learned about love. The day drags along, you make thousands of plans, you imagine every possible conversation, you promise to change your behavior in certain ways -- and you feel more and more anxious until your loved one arrives. But by then, you don't know what to say. The hours of waiting have been transformed into tension, the tension has become fear, and the fear makes you embarrassed about showing affection.

The few men who do a hand's turn around the house expect gratitude and recognition, so sure are they that, though it is their dirt, it is not their job.

At the end of a dinner at my house, my kitchen sink is filled with dishes and there's nothing pretty about the garbage.

The three words every woman really longs to hear: I'll clean up.

Molly was committing dinner. . .