Author – Unknown

What am I doing with my life?
Well, I am a housewife

I’m homework-helper, expert on spelling,
The keeper of secrets without telling,

A Band-aider, a hurt-feelings mender,
A peanut-butter-and-jelly vendor.

I’m a bed-maker, laundry supervisor,
Child disciplinarian, a chastiser,

A baseball catcher, a Girl Scout leader,
A hamster breeder, and animal feeder.

I’m a rummage-safer, P.T.A. does,
Children’s piano practicing pursuer,

A thermometer-reader, cookie baker,
A spring planter-weeder, a fail leaf-raker

I’m a table-duster, vaccumer-mopper,
Little League rooter, argument stopper,

A gourmet chef, hamburger fryer,
Food-purchasing agent, clothing buyer,

I’m a romantic lover, chatty talker,
A midnight-to-two a.m. baby walker,

A business listener, a sock-sewer,
A concert big game, recital-goer

I’m a dog-minder, lost-items finder,
Everyone’s daily agenda-reminder.

A nose-wiper, and aching-neck rubber,
Itching-back scratcher, dirty-head scrubber.

That’s what I doing with my life;
You see, I’m only a housewife.

(Mom had copied this and had it in her notebook. l am sure she felt like this on many days in her life – with raising a family of eight kids, plus taking in several “strays” to raise for a year or two. She also had parents, or other family members, who needed caring for from time to time. She was a “housewife” in a busy household.)