Just A Day at Home


A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pajamas, 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 pajamas, 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.’