Housework can kill you if done right.

All of us have moments in out lives that test our courage. Taking children into a house with a white carpet is one of them.

No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed. I have known mothers who remake the bed after their children do it because there is wrinkle in the spread or the blanket is on crooked. This is sick.

Cleanliness is not next to godliness. It isn't even in the same neighborhood. No one has ever gotten a religious experience out of removing burned-on cheese from the grill of the toaster oven.

There's something wrong with a mother who washes out a measuring cup with soap and water after she's only measured water in it.

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

I don't know why no one ever thought to paste a label on the toilet-tissue spindle giving 1-2-3 directions for replacing the tissue on it. Then everyone in the house would know what Mama knows.