What do you do all day?
I got this from Lisa's blog and it was too good to not repost so here it is:
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 everyday 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."
I searched Google for an image to go with this and found the book it probably came from. If I had time to read books, I'd probably read this one! It sounds good! Okay, okay! I know I *could* read books if I made time for it. But, truth is, I work very hard to carve out time for blogging and keeping up with friends on-line and that's all the personal time I can find for myself. The rest of the time, I'm running through the house doing damage control and wiping bottoms and noses and making meals and snacks and breaking up fights and refilling sippy cups. Sometimes I even manage to do a load or two of laundry. At the end of the day, it seems like I've accomplished nothing but my house isn't a disaster area and my kids are still alive. From now on, I'm going to consider THAT a big accomplishment!