Every minute, to' and fro' 
That's the way my hours go 
Bring me this, and bring me that 
Feed the dog, take out the cat 
Standing up, I eat my toast 
Drink my coffee, thaw the roast 
Empty the garbage, make the bed 
Rush to church, wash my head 
Sweep the kitchen, wax the floors 
Scrub the woodwork, clean the doors 
Scour the bathtub, then myself 
Vacuum carpets, straighten shelves 
Eat my sandwich, on the run 
Now, my afternoon's begun 
To the baseball game I go 
When will there be time to sew? 
Meet the teacher, stop the fight 
See the dentist, fly a kite 
Help with homework, do the wash 
Iron the clothes, put on the squash 
Shop for groceries, cash a check 
Fight the crowds, now I'm a wreck 
Dinnertime, it soon will be 
"Whats for dinner?" they ask 
Wait, and see 
Dirty dishes, crowd the sink 
Next, there's popcorn, then a drink 
Will they never go to bed? 
Will I ever get ahead? 
"Bring me water." "Get the light." 
Turn off the TV, lock the bike 
"Where's my pillow?" "Hear my prayers." 
"Did you lock the door downstairs?" 
At last in bed, my spouse, and I 
Too tired to move, too weak to cry 
But, whenever I doze, I hear him say 
"What do women do all day?" 

by Marshall H. Hart
From Home Life, August, 1976 
The Sunday School Board 
of the Southern Baptist Convention. 
All rights reserved. 
Used by permission of author.