Boy I have heard about these elusive super-people but sure have yet to marry one, and I've got twice as many chances as most people.
I may sound mean, but the truth of the matter is there is a huge difference between what has to get done, and what most people want to do. In todays modern society we get those two terms mixed up. Half of those things on that list are ELECTED tasks, that is stuff that does not have to be done. Tell your kids they can have ONE activity not two. Tell a social function you are just too busy to make cookies. Stuff like that. To often in this world we are so afraid of saying no and taking time out for ourselves that we end up being overwhelmed and yet chock it up as "being too busy". Horse puckey, it is our own darn fault.
Now the women of 50 years ago, those are the ones I feel for. My Grandmother grew up in a family of 7 girls, no boys and a dad that was killed by pneuemonia when she was 2 months old. No welfare back then, just a mother that washed clothes and did the best she could on the farm to feed her girls in the middle of the depression. They hunted rabbit and cooked over a wood burning cookstove. They cut the wood and grew their own vegetables to eat. Same with raising chickens, pigs and cows. Now last week my wife would not bring in a 12 pack of coke because it was "too heavy". My 83 year old grandmother who lives across the street threw out her back hefting a 50 pound bag of potatoes down the celler steps on the way to the potato bin. Yes that was last week as well.
Yeah we have come a long ways, but if you want a real survivor series, just try following in my Grandmother's shoes. No person today, male or female would be able to survive what the greatest generation did.
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"