From the Diary of a Housewife, Jan. 1977

Maybe it was the time of that decade, and I was not a mother working outside the home...Yet.  And here were my thoughts:

     Did you ever have the feeling that you wee really crazy? And that you were the only one who knew it?  And then you try to convince a counselor--"I'm Nuts!" I say, "I live within myself.
     "I don't do my work well, especially if the kids are home and I get interrupted. If I get interrupted, I'm not working automatically, and forget where I left off.  I cannot concentrate on this job.  What is there to concentrate on?  Vacuuming-- 'stroke forth, stroke back'  Stupid!  I have to dream.  My mind cannot stay in this Stupid rut.  Concentrating on vacuuming iis like concentrating on breathing--the difference is that I can breath and do something else.  I cannot vacuum and do something else."
    Oh, shit.  Now I find I am not crazy. LIFE IS, and I'm on that stupid merry-go-round.  People are starving, learning, weeping, dying, skiing, driving and skydiving...And I'm vacuuming.