Tara & Liam
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Subject: FW: A Husband's nightmare
A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pyjamas, 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 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."
A man came home from work and found his three children outside, still in their pyjamas, 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 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."
