My Husband Used To Ask Me This.

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A man came home from work and found his 3 children outside, still in their pyjamas,
playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn around garden.
The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house and no sign of the dog, walking in the door, he found even bigger mess.
A lamp had been knocked over, the throw rug was against one wall, In the front room the TV was on loudly with the cartoon channel, 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 pyjamas, 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.’

30 thoughts on “My Husband Used To Ask Me This.

  1. When Susie and I first got married things were a little turned around. She was an accountant and I was an ultra-distance runner. So I was home when she got home from the office and she would frequently ask me what I did all day. Until the day when she had a day off because of a holiday and I was scheduled to run 85 miles. So I suggested she could ride her bike and accompany me. She thought this was a great idea…and it was…up until about mile 36 when she began to weave all over the road and finally ended up falling over in the ditch because while I was sipping water frequently and ingesting gels to keep my body hydrated and electrolytes balanced, Susie had been jabbering on and on about how beautiful was the sky, the flowers, the trees, the homes we passed, the dogs, the children, and just about everything else that caught her attention. During the entire 36 miles she hadn’t drank any water or ate any nourishment…a little water, a few gel packs, and a call to our friends to pick her up and she was restored to her usual happy talkative self…but she never again asked me what I did during the day.

    Be encouraged!


  2. Terry, that was such a wonderful article. I ditto the feelings of the wife. She just wanted to take it easy. The main point is, often our husbands never see what we’ve done all day when you don’t work, and have kids. Having children is a job within itself. However, by the time they get home, the house is in order, the kids are cleaned up, and they think you are living the simple and easy life, when in reality — you are usually exhausted because you’ve worked so hard all day. Thanks for sharing – it was a good reminder. My kids are grown now.
    However, I still have a dog, so that is work too. Smile


    • maybe it should be done backwards, do the house work first, clean the kids then let them play and enjoy ourselves. then they can see what a day is truly like. at one time i had a dog and three kids and a husband to keep up with. last evening my house is turned upside down as we got a six month old calico kitten. kitty toys everywhere!!! lol


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