Quotes About Cleaning

What's funny is the act of cleaning out my desk takes an hour, yet I've been dreading it for so many damn years. How much time have I wasted in fretting about organizing this instead of actually organizing? I kind of don't want to know.

And what do you do all day?" her sister asked. Jo made herself smile. "I cook. I clean. I read. I write." "So you're basically Betty Crocker," Bethie said. "Betty Crocker with a library card.

Someone had come in and mopped the floor, and the disinfectant smell was

Then we cleaned up, and put everything straight (a continual labour, which was beginning to afford me a pretty clear insight into a question that had often posed me—namely, how a woman with the work of only one house on her hands manages to pass away her time)

...I have to go home and get a few things done. If I don't get out the Pledge soon, the dust bunnies are going to be leaving tracks on my furniture...

I really like doing the laundry, because I succeed at it. But I loathe putting it away. It is already clean.

The secret of surviving housework is simply to do it. Pull the plug on the part of your brain that always wants to negotiate everything. You need to change a diaper, rinse a bottle, clean a spill, fluff a pillow? Consider it done. It's a no-brainer. End of conversation. End of story. Not postponing chores-and not spending any mental energy equivocating, temporizing, or stalling-is actually a lot more restful than worrying about what needs to be done.

Washing your car and polishing it all up is a never failing sign of rain.

The act, when vacuuming, of running over a string at least a dozen times, reaching over and picking it up, examining it, then putting it back down to give the vacuum one more chance.

Lo fundamental de la escoba, las cerdas o el mango, depende de si se quiere barrer o romper ventanas

I have become very good at clearing histories.

The broom wasn't as comforting as a flamethrower would have been, but it was better than a mop and certainly more threatening than a feather duster.

La herrumbre nunca se volvió blanca al lavarla.

CUSTOMER: I cleaned my computer and now it's broken! REPAIR TECHNICIAN: What did you clean it with? CUSTOMER: Water and soap. REPAIR TECHNICIAN: You're not supposed to bring water near a computer! CUSTOMER: I don't think it was the water that broke it. … I think it was the spin cycle!

It would be nice if life weren't so messy, but that's just not the nature of things; we want things to be perfect, but most of the time we just spend our existence cleaning up the messes we make—and sometimes the messes of other people, people about whom we care most in the world.

Two heads are better than one, unless you're cleaning them.

In rural North Carolina, you can get lots of great advice about how to clean and quarter a deer carcass, but we didn't really have anyone to ask for video advice, so we just kept learning through trial and error.

That's the only thing you can do with a mess. Start cleaning it up, a little at a time.

You're just so lucky blood's so hard to get out of the carpet.

I checked the icebox. The faeries usually brought some sort of food to stock the icebox and the pantry when they cleaned, but they could have mighty odd ideas about what constituted a healthy diet. One time I'd opened the pantry and found nothing but boxes and boxes and boxes of Fruit Loops. I had a near-miss with diabetes, and Thomas, who was never quite sure where the food had come from, declared that I had clearly been driven Fruit Loopy.

The woman picked up a broom and began sweeping the sand into small piles, then edging the piles back to the fence. New sand blew in as she swept.

Elbow grease is the best polish.

Im almost bored enough to clean. Keyword being ALMOST.

Dust was dangerous, I insisted. Insects bred in it.