A man returned home from work to find his three children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all over the front yard. The door to his wife’s car and the front entrance to the home were both open, and there was no trace of the dog. He went inside the entryway and discovered an even greater mess.

A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was pressed against one wall. The TV in the front room was noisily screaming a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and clothing. In the kitchen, dishes clogged the sink, breakfast food was scattered on the counter, the fridge door was wide open, dog food was spilled on the floor, a shattered glass lay beneath the table, and a little quantity of sand was spread near the back door.

He immediately climbed the stairs, stumbling over toys and piles of clothes in search of his wife. He was concerned that she might be ill or that something serious had occurred. He was met with a slight trickle of water as it exited the bathroom door. As he looked inside, he discovered wet towels, scummy soap, and more toys scattered around the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a mound, and toothpaste was plastered over the mirror and walls.

As he rushed to the bedroom, he discovered his wife still cuddled up in bed in her pyjamas, reading a novel. She smiled and asked him about his day. He stared at her, puzzled, and inquired, ‘What happened here today?’ She smiled again and replied, “You know how every day when you come home from work, you ask me what in the world I do all day?” “Yes,” he responded incredulously. She said, “Well, today I didn’t do it.”