What Do You Do All Day?
A man came home from work and found his four children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The baby's diaper was sagging to her knees.
The doors of his wife's mini-van were open, as was the front door to the house, and the garage door. There was no sign of the pet rabbit.
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 family room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the 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, 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 Hot Wheels, books, 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."
___________________________________________________Funny story that Carolyn sent me. I've heard it before, but it hits home better now than a few years ago. Luckily for me, my husband is very well aware of how much goes into running a household of children (that's why he goes to work every day!) and is extremely grateful. He would never ask what in the world I did all day. This story, though, encapsulates my life if I did dare to let it go for a couple of hours, let alone all day. I am consistently amazed at how fast a room can go from tidy to utterly chaotic in a nano-second. I don't think I'll ever be accustomed to how long it takes to actually get out the door, and get everyone buckled, all in one piece. It takes us two hours to get ready for church in the morning - and that's with planning the night before (Saturday is a special day).
Our littlest is nick-named "Destructo" as she does stuff and gets into things none of the others ever even tried. There is literally a trail throughout the house of where she's been. We are very grateful though that she has graduated from being fascinated with lifting the toilet lid to now climbing up on the toilet (and then the sink). It's another set of troubles, but at least not as disgusting. This picture is from a couple of months ago. She has a routine of opening every single drawer she can and throwing out all the contents in whichever room she happens to be in. I'm begining to think that there is wisdom in the saying "there is no point in cleaning your house until the children are grown". :-)
