North Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1867-current, 1870-03-02
The Diary Of Mrs. DrOne.

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and It made me feel just as bad as could
be. It always does. l can't help think.
ing how different she is from me. Then
she goes on week after week, trying
recipes and training her children and
managing her help, and having such luck
in everything, and her husband praising
her all the way through (which some
husbands don't and won't, however much
one may try, and knowing just what to
doif any thing happens, or any one is
sick. declare it's real discouraging No
one can say that don't work just as hard
as she, or harder, and yet nothing goes
right, and John is never suited John is
Mr.. Drone) and whatever is wrong. it's
always me that is blamed. Sometimes l
feel as if must give the whole thing right
up-and yet l don't exactly see my way
clear to do that. 1t must be comfort to
have faculty" like Mrs. Hunnibce--but
never had. I'm not that kind. keep Il
diary though, just as she ioes-but it
dosen't read 50 well by any means. l
was looking il over just neg. and ! de.
ctars the difference between them made
me more low'spirited than ever. I'll just
cory one week of it, to show you what l
have to contend with, and if you print it,
perhaps somebody may be able to get at
what is the matter. and point out some
way Of getting on more smoothly.
Sunday, December 5ih.
Woke up this morning with bad feelings
all over me, and SO down. hearted. and
such headache. I can't think what
brought it on. We were not very late last
night, I'm sure. don't know how it is,
but almost always do feel miserably on
Sundays. Being sick, did not get up till
after the breakfast-bell rang. So, of
course, though / dressed as fast as l
could, the children were oil in a snarl be.
fore | got down stairs: Tom crying be-
cause Phil kicked him, Bessie pouring the
coffee in a great slop On the table>cloth,
and Ida giving bread and butter to Dash,
thoua h she knew had forbidden it, and
it had creased the carpet terribly-so l
was obliged to slap her hands, and box
Phil's ears, and reprove Bessie, and they
all roared, and John scolded, anG said he
wished he could ever have little peace
in his own house. Peace indeed it was
more his fault than mine-he should have
been there to put a stop t. it; but what
ever happens, I'm always blamed. None
Of us went to church it was so late, and
the children couldn't 60 out to play, of
course so we had a nice day Of it-quar-
relling and fretting and wishing they had
something to do. l got of at last and
locked myself in my room to escape the
noise besides, I'm determined that John
shant shirk all the care of the children,
and when he is at home shall taste some
of the sweets Of maternal duty" as he
calls it.
N. B.-Not to forget to ask Mrs. Pullet
for the recipe of that delicious headcheese
she had last highland the mince-I
never did see such pies. John says it was
eating two large pieces at eleven O'Clock
made my head so bad this morning; but
he always goes on like that when I'm sick |
and tries to make cut it is something I've
done. l call that irreligious. If God
doesen't send diseases, should like to
know who does
Monday.
OF all the trials of housekeeping, rainy
Mondays I'm sure are the worst. When
we woke this morning, it was pouring
perfect stream-no chance of drying any
thing. Cook came to ask if we hadn't
better put off the washing; but told her
"no !" certainly not-how did she expect
to get through with the ironing, and
cleaning and baking, if the week began
wrong like that? She said it was double
work to dry in the house, and she and
Mary could manage it all, she was sure,
if Id no objection but I've no idea of
being dictated to by my help-and SO
told her did not want her advice, and
she could just obey my orders without
saying another word She muttered
something saucy and banged tho door.
What plaques servants are land mine
are always the worst in town. can't
think why never had the luck to happen
on a treasure like Mrs. Placia's Kate. /
mean to 20 round there to msrrow and
ask where she found her.
John said the children had better not
20 to school. it stormed SO but have no
idea of having them under foot all day
when so much is going on; 50 l packed
them of. 1t doesn't hurt children bit
that's all nonsense. Sent Mary round to
the shop for Mrs. Woods new novel. It
is very interesting q gentleman murders
his five beautiful wives-his mother, step.
mother, and two sisters, and is never sus-
pectsd till just as he is mixing the dose
for sixth bride. haven't quite finished
it, but of course he commits suicide.
Tuesday.
Rainy still. What shame it is None
Of the clothes are dry enough to iron, and
cook is as cross as tws sticks. Mary
caught cold, she says, going out in the
rain to get the novel but have no doubt
it was standing in the doorway to gossip
with her cousin, opposite, which she is
always doing On the sly. Phil has little
sore-throat. l think it is half what the
children call "school-fever - but his
father insisted Oh his staying at home. So