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I need to be a marvelous maid... Or I need an explanation!

I wish I knew how Moms did it in the olden days. SIDENOTE: I wish I'd pay more attention to stories of the olden days... Maybe the answer has been there all along?

Or maybe not.

Someone tell me how, back in the day, Moms reared kids - cooked hearty meals, cleaned everywhere (even the skirting, the kettle, the soap dish and the vegetable box in the fridge), taught life lessons and little lessons, played games, read stories, told stories, listened to stories, fixed torn clothes and scraped knees - and all while keeping the kitchen sink clean, the laundry ironed, their eyebrows perfectly shaped and their heels smooth?!

I am feeling like an under-achiever of note.

I enjoy my work, I value my home and I love my family dearly. Why can't they all just get along? Seems the glow of a good clean/project done/family day only lasts as long as a few short days and then we're back planning to plan to get organised about it!

Unless I've got it wrong - and somewhere out there, there are women who feel the same way...

I don't need an "AMEN" or a "PREACH IT" from the back pew... I just need to know that we're allowed to aim for Superwoman status - and miss - and be okay?
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