HERE lies a poor woman who was always tired,
She lived in a house where help wasn’t hired:
Her last words on earth were: ‘Dear friends, I am going
To where there’s no cooking, or washing, or sewing,
For everything there is exact to my wishes,
For where they don’t eat there’s no washing of dishes.
I’ll be where loud anthems will always be ringing,
But having no voice I’ll be quit of the singing.
Don’t mourn for me now, don’t mourn for me never,
I am going to do nothing for ever and ever.’
Or, perhaps, at least for the rest of the evening! I’m so very, very tired. Three days of cleaning have wearied this housewife. But what a sense of accomplishment! Though the laundry remains unfolded, as yet, I’m so encouraged by the many areas we’ve been able to clean and organize. The kitchen, mudroom, bathroom, diningroom, cabinets and drawers in the common areas are all neat and tidy. The rest of the house will have to simply settle for a little dusting and vacuuming. The classroom? Well…it’s a little messy, but I think the children can manage that one on their own…I’ll be folding laundry.