Flower beds weeded and mulched.
Rocking chairs, columns, front door, mailbox painted.
All laundry put away.
White coverlet washed AGAIN after dirty child left marks on freshly laundered bed.
Pound cake, lemon pie, and five dozen cookies baked.
Five stores, dozens of groceries bought, a box of doughnuts eaten in the car.
Legs and back aching uncontrollably.
More to do, but the end is in sight.
Can a homemaker borrow that feminist slogan? If so, I am woman, hear me roar!