What do you do all day?

What Do You Do All Day?

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.

He was met with a small trickle of water 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.
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She answered, 'Well, today I didn't do it.'







A friend had posted this on a site I go too and I just had to share with you all!