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.

Worried, the man rushed inside, stepping over a pile of laundry in the hallway. The TV was blaring cartoons at full volume, a half-eaten sandwich was stuck to the wall, and crayon scribbles decorated what used to be a perfectly white couch.

He cautiously stepped into the kitchen, where he found an entire box of cereal dumped onto the floor, an open gallon of milk slowly forming a puddle, and the sink overflowing with dishes. The refrigerator door was wide open, and a jar of peanut butter had mysteriously made its way to the ceiling.

Panicked, he ran upstairs, tripping over a pile of stuffed animals on the way. The bathroom looked like a science experiment gone wrong—bubbles foaming over the bathtub, toothpaste smeared on the mirror, and toilet paper draped over the shower rod like party decorations.

Finally, he reached the bedroom, where he found his wife curled up in bed, still in her pajamas, peacefully reading a book. She looked up, smiled, and said, "Hey, honey! How was your day?"

Completely stunned, the man stammered, "W-what happened here?!"

She closed her book, stretched, and said, "You know how every day you come home and ask what I do all day?"

He nodded, still in shock.

With a grin, she said, "Well, today... I didn't do it."