Pioneer To-Do List

I have accepted that my house will never all be clean at the same time.
It's impossible.
Every day I get the basics done- dishes, toys, beds made, bathrooms wiped down, and since I still have that dog, sweeping and vacuuming. (Yep. Every day. I fill a vacuum bag a week.)

The deep cleaning boils down to this: Whatever is the most disgusting is addressed. If the kitchen floor is sticky, I mop. I clean the toilet, but not the tub, or the tub and not the toilet. The whole bathroom clean at once just doesn't happen. I will clean out the very dirtiest cupboard, or get to the desk when the piles threaten to collapse on me. I try to tell myself that this is an okay system, because my house, while never completely sparkling, is also never completely disgusting.

I try to console myself the way all good Mormons do when things aren't going just like you'd hope, and that's to think to myself,
"Well, the pioneers had it WAY WORSE."
To comfort you (and me), here is what I imagine a pioneer woman's to-do list might look like:

Wake up with chickens.
Gather eggs.
Milk cows.
Slop pigs.
Chop Firewood.
Build Fire.
Cook Breakfast over fire.
Slaughter pig.
Turn spleen into ball for children.
Turn lye into soap.
Churn butter.
Cook lunch (or is it dinner? or supper? I can't keep the pioneer meal-time lingo straight.).
Make bread.
Cure ham.
Educate children.
Lactate.
Clean lean-to.
Go to town to sell farm goods.
Sew own clothes.
Make another meal.
Sing entire hymnbook for fun.
Mediate ongoing sleeping arrangement dispute between sister-wives.
Die in childbirth.