When your work is never done

[gwenith, BSN, RN]

One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in his

house. His three children were 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 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 some days when you come home

from work and you ask me what in the world did I do all day?" "Yes,"

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

[renerian, BSN, RN]

Very good one!

renerian

[akcarmean, LPN]

:rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: Wow isn't that so true really love it. Thanks