Mom and dad were watching TV when mom said “I’m tired and it’s getting late and I think I’ll go to bed.” She got up, went to the kitchen, make sandwiches for the next days lunches, rinse out the dessert bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the serial box levers, filled the sugar container, put spoons in the bowls, put bowls on the table, started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning, put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes in the washer, ironed the shirt, sewed on several loose buttons picked up the game pieces left on the table, put telephone book back in the drawer. She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket, hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk, wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for a school outing pulled out a textbook from under the chair signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope, wrote a quick list for the supermarket the next day. She went and put both those in her purse. Mom then creamed her face put on moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth, 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 bowl, put the cat outside, made sure the doors were locked, took looked in on each one of the children, turned on a bedside lamp, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks in the laundry basket, had a brief conversation with the one child still doing homework. In her own room, she set the alarm, laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack, added three things to her to-do list for the next day. About that time, the husband turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular, “I’m going to bed.” and he did.

“The details that women take care of and keep up with to run a house, you men, you have no idea what God has given you. You just have no idea.” —Joyce Meyer