What Do You Do All Day?Okay, now that is out of my system. I think about it all day - as I also think about my treadmill and elliptical, my untouched Twilight books, and my most recent Richard Paul Evans book (thanks, Jim - and for the cds too). How many years will it be before I open to the first page?
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 do I do all day?'
'Yes,' was his incredulous reply.
She answered, 'Well, today I didn't do it.' ...
In other news, Ethan has been especially dizzy today. Even when holding onto a cabinet while simply standing, he loses his balance and falls down. He fell down the stairs yesterday; something he has never done. I am beginning to wonder if his nose is broken. It is bruised and swollen, but I can't tell if it is out of place.
Speaking of noses: Brenden had a bloody nose last night. This morning when I woke him up, I asked him what happened and if he had punched himself. He said, "No, you did." "Huh? When?" "Last night you did... You DID!" I hope that rumor doesn't spread. Jail time, indeed.
Speaking of jail time, I took a hilarious photo of Nolan which I will not be posting or I might be incarcerated for child pornography. I think he wanted to make his own "Firefighter of the Month" calendar. He was running around in a fireman hat and red rain boots and that's it. In the picture, he is covering his "little boy parts" with both hands. It was just too funny.
Now for some pictures:
Where would you say *THIS* (below) fits into the list of things to do?
Really, that is ALL the water that comes out of it - FULL FORCE. Have you ever tried doing dishes like that? (Doug told me faucets were hard and not to attempt it by myself or I would have. I bought the new faucet/sprayer in July.)
I think Ethan was hungry - this is dog food. He placed it in the microwave a piece at a time (which involved walking across the room between pieces). Hey, at least he didn't eat it, right?
1 comment:
It sounds like that woman was having a great day. Sounds like a normal day to me. I hear dog food is pretty healthy - I am sure Ethan would like it warm better than cold.
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