Sometimes I never get a chance to open all those forwarded emails. It's so time consuming. I have a horrible filtration system, I open my email find the ones that might actually be of importance and read them. Then I notice the 5-10 random emails from friends/family. I don't open them b/c I don't have time to read them. So I leave them....well after a couple of weeks just sitting unopened and unread I throw them in the trash. I figure it's old news or an old joke by then anyhow...bad I know but it's true.
Well today I actually opened one b/c the subject line read 'Motherhood'....something I can actually relate too, FINALLY. It was a good one so I have to post this...
What Do You Do All Day?
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.'
Andre and I have been married 8 years 9 months for 7 and a half of those years it was just him, Mason and I. I have to be honest, I didn't have all that much responsibility. I could come and go as I pleased. Andre is a very self secure and fend for himself kind of a guy. The type of guy that doesn't need a meal cooked every night. Although I love cooking for him b/c he never expects it. He also doesn't care if I clean. I used to be a clean freak but now I'm learning to relax about it a bit. I know he doesn't care b/c there have been days where I don't clean and the house gets messy. He never complains. He never complains about anything...well except my spending but I've been working on that...lol. Really I've been blessed he is a very easy husband. But I also believe he doesn't fully understand what it takes everyday to keep the house clean, laundry done, meals cooked, dishes done (after every meal), carpets vacuumed, dusting done, kids bathed, beds made...oh the list goes on. I read him this email...I thought it was spot on...hope you enjoy!
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