What do you do all day?

This was sent to me some time ago. I hope you will find it amusing.

One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in his house. His three children were outside, still in their pyjamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all over the garden. The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the house.

In the house he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, the television was blaring and the family room was strewn with toys and various pieces of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, 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 that she might be injured or that something serious had happened. He found her in the bedroom, curled up in bed still in her pyjamas and reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled and asked him how his day went.

He looked bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?" She smiled again and answered, "You know how every day you come home from work and ask me what in the world I did all day?"

"Yes!" was his incredulous reply.

"Well, today I didn't do it," she answered.