One for the Stay-At-Homers

        
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.

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, 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 found her lounging in the bedroom, still curled 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 ask me what in the world I did today?"

"Yes" was his incredulous reply.

She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."