A man came home from work and found his three children
outside, still in their pyjamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and
wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The door of his wife’s car was
open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog.
Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been
knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front
room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was
strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled
the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open
wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table,
and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more
piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or
that something serious had happened. A small trickle of water met him as it
made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels,
scummy soap, and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in
a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.
As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled
up in the bed in her pyjamas, reading a novel.
She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went. He
looked at her bewildered and asked:
“What happened here today?”
She again smiled and answered,
“You know every day when you come home from work and you ask
me what in the world I do all day?”
“Yes,” was his incredulous reply.
She answered, ”Well, today I didn’t do it.”
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