Well, we do see a refreshingly irritating constant in today's reprint: a wall of thought-bubbled text that has Elly whining about how difficult her life is when confronted with a minor problem.
Panel 1: We start things off by showing a smiling Elly, who's carrying Lizzie, putting a letter in the 1980's era mailbox.
Panel 2: She then tells Lizzie it's been a great day.
Panel 3: As she puts the groceries away, she reminds us that she's gotten caught up on her correspondence, balanced her checkbook, paid the bills and did the shopping.
Panel 4: She's also sorted out the kids' summer clothes, did all the mending and organized the closets.
Panel 5: Her elation turns to bleak despair as she thought-bubbles "SIGH...but it never fails...."
Panel 6: "...om the days I accomplish the most, it looks as if haven't done a darned thing." This chunk of moroseness and accompanying Bug-Eyed Stare of Existential Horror is inspired by her looking at a moderately untidy living room.
Summary: I'd sympathize with her plight more if I didn't know two things:
1) Her agony is self-inflicted owing to her amazingly inefficient way of doing things
2) any competent human being would be able to resolve the situation in fifteen minutes tops; Elly, on the other hand, will sit there all day long moping because the trivial catastrophe she's angsting about is just too much for her to bear.