The Girl in a Whirl
by ‘Dr. Sue’
(a.k.a. Vickie Gunther)
Look at me, look at me, look at me now!
You could do what I do
If you only knew how.
I study the scriptures one hour each day;
I bake,
I always keep all the commandments completely;
I speak to my little ones gently and sweetly.
I help in their classrooms!
I sew all they wear!
I drive them to practice!
I cut all their hair!
I memorize names of the General Authorities;
I focus on things to be done by priorities.
I keep our home organized,
clean and attractive.
I drop by with goodies
and see the less-active.
I play the piano!
I bless with my talents!
My toilets all sparkle!
My checkbooks all balance!
Each week every child gets a one-on-one date;
I attend all my meetings (on time! Never late!)
I’m taking a class on the teachings of Paul,
But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all …
I track my bad habits ‘til each is abolished;
I floss everyday! and
My toenails are polished!
Our family home evenings are always delightful;
The lessons I give are both fun and insightful.
I do indexing faithfully, too.
It’s easy to do all the things that I do!
I rise each day early, refreshed and awake;
I know all the names of each youth in my stake!
I read to my children!
I help all my neighbors!
I bless the community, too, with my labors.
I write in my journal!
I sing in the choir!
Each day, I write "thank you's"
to those I admire.
I exercise and I cook menus gourmet;
My visiting teaching is done the first day!
(I also go do it for someone who missed hers.
It’s the least I can do for my cherished ward sisters.)
I chart resolutions and check off each goal;
I seek each “lost lamb” on my Primary roll.
I bottle our produce each summer and fall.
But that is not all! Oh, no. That is not all …
I went back to school to
update my degree.
My studying earned me a
new PhD
I split with the Sisters who
cover our ward
To spread the glad truth
that the Gospel's restored.
I go to the temple
at least once a week.
I make my girls' prom dresses -
modest, yet chic.
My sons were all Eagles when they were fourteen!
My kids get straight A’s!
And their bedrooms are clean!
I have my own business to help make some money;
I always look beautifully groomed for my honey.
I grind my own wheat
and I bake all our bread.
I plan our nutritious meals
six months ahead.
I make sure I rotate our two-years’ supply;
My shopping for Christmas is done by July!
(It's out of the way early on
for a reason.
I then can prepare for the
real Christmas season.)
These things are not hard;
It’s good if you do them;
You can if you try!
Just set goals and pursue them!
It’s easy to do all the things that I do!
If you plan and work smart, you can do them all, too!
It’s easy!” she said …
… and then,
she dropped dead.
9 comments:
Life is soooo much better when the comparisons stop!
That poem is funny!
I've heard that poem before...I do believe it was Brent Yorgason's wife who read it at a fireside.As ridiculous as it sounds OUTLOUD, I know sisters who still try to live their lives like that....and then they get old like me and realize that it IS ridiculous and unnecessary.
I have learned to be patient with my self. There's time for many things in different seasons.
How did you know that I needed to read that today???? =)
I've read that one, too, but it was a long time ago....and i love Dr. Sue, with her humorous approach to life.
I have to admit I've never tried quite that hard, but I do manage to get myself overextended at times, as you read in my post yesterday.
Thanks for the humor!
=)
Guilty!
But I am getting better at not comparing, and just trying to be my best self.
I love it! I definitely try to compare myself to that standard sometimes.
Oh, and I love the toilet up there. LOL!
Kristin, I love you. I needed that today, too!
I love that poem!! It really made me laugh. Although I seriously think I know some women who come close to being like that.
I used to compare myself and feel bad, but then I read once that Pat Holland didn't like to sew. I loved hearing that. For the first time in my life I felt I had permission to not be perfect in the way others may judge us. For years I felt so guilty that I didn't like sewing. Now I try to compare myself less and enjoy the talents of others more.
Still . . .
Great post thanks :)
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