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
, 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 may 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 did I do today?"
"Yes," was his incredulous reply.
She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."
