The Perfect Day

Grandmother on a winter's day,
Milked the cows and fed them hay,
Slopped the hogs, saddled the mule
And got the children off to school.

Did the washing and mopped the floor
Washed the windows and did the chores,
Cooked a dish of sun-dried fruits,
Pressed her husband's Sunday suit.

Swept the parlour, made the bed,
Baked a dozen loaves of bread.
Split some wood and drug in
Enough to fill the kitchen bin.

Stewed some apples she thought would spoil,
Cleaned the lamps and put in oil.
Cooked a supper that was delicious
And afterward washed all the dishes.

Fed the cat and sprinkled the clothes,
Mended a basket full of hose.
Then opened the organ and began to play,
"When you come to the end of a perfect day..."

What would grandmother think of mothers today?? It amazes me what women accomplish in our day. Their day might look something like this:

Get the kids up and pack their lunches. Walk them to school and hurry home to throw some laundry in the automatic washing machine. Load the dishwasher and push the button, then run five miles in training for a marathon. Jump in the shower and dash off to a PTA meeting and a pedicure. Pick the kids up after school, then drop one off at dance lessons, one at piano lessons and one at gymnastics. On the way home, stop to pick up the dry cleaning, serve dinner that has been cooking in the crockpot. Help kids with homework, then leave them with dad while she goes to her book club....

The perfect day.....WHEW!!!