This is always one of my favorite emails going around:
Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said, "I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed."
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches,
rinsed out the popcorn bowls,
took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening,
checked the cereal box levels,
filled the sugar container,
put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes into the dryer,
put a load of clothes into the wash,
ironed a shirt and secured a loose button.
She picked up the newspapers strewn on the floor,
picked up the game pieces left on the table
and put the telephone book back into the drawer.
She watered the plants,
emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry.
She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.
She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher,
counted out some cash for the field trip,
and pulled a textbook out from hiding under the chair.
She signed a birthday card for a friend,
addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store.
She put both near her purse.
Mom then creamed her face,
put on moisturizer,
brushed and flossed her teeth
and trimmed her nails.
Hubby called, "I thought you were going to bed."
"I'm on my way," she said.
She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat outside,
then made sure the doors were locked.
She looked in on each of the kids and turned out a bedside lamp,
hung up a shirt,
threw some dirty socks in the hamper,
and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.
In her own room, she set the alarm,
laid out clothing for the next day,
straightened up the shoe rack.
She added three things to her list of things to do for tomorrow.
About that time, the hubby turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular "I'm going to bed,"
and he did.
In summer, the song sings itself.