I stole this just-for-laughs story posted below from Moms of Grace. I tried to find the original source but, alas, it’s unattributed and is posted at various websites for moms all over the Internet.
Yesterday, Tom came home to find me with my feet up – just as I should have been. Reading this story today reminded me of how I felt, reading on the couch, as I watched disasters happening all around. Tom certainly did NOT ask what I did all day!
At lunch time, each of my children “helped” by getting out their “own” butter-knives – two each, one for peanut butter and one for jam – and made their own sandwiches. “I made this all by myself!” each child said proudly.
Late at night, before we went to bed, we were ritualistically locking up the house together. When we were locking up the kitchen door and windows, Tom asked, “What’s the deal with all the butter knives in the sink?” :D
Oh the stories mommies could tell…
Speaking of which — I found a .pdf of the “If You Give A Mom A Cookie” at Parenting’s website!
As soon as I read it last June, I ripped it out of my magazine and placed it as a permanent fixture on my refrigerator to read when I am hiding from my kids in the pantry (my prayer closet) :D If you’re a mom, you NEED it for your refrigerator, too! Look for it in my links section. The link will automatically download the file. Be sure to check out the other great blogs and resources while you’re there. One of these days, I’d like to write a mini-review of each link…
Enjoy!
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 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.”
And, PS: Thanks again for all your kind notes. I am feeling a little better today.
That was great. Made my day (and now I have to go vacuum up the remains of Mark’s lunch). Praying for you and glad to hear you’re feeling a little better. Let me know if I can help out.