A story that some don’t get. And if they did get it, that would be like Utopia man.

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 around the garden.

Next, he noticed 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 a lamp had been knocked over, the throw rug was wadded 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 piles of clothing.

He thought his wife might be in the kitchen, but all that he found were dishes filling the sink, breakfast cereal on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand by the back door.

He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping carefully over crayons, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He became flushed when he noticed a small trickle of water had made its way out the bathroom door.

As he peered inside he found wet towels, miles of toilet paper that lay in a heap and toothpaste fingerprints on the walls. He rushed to the bedroom, and there he found his wife 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” he incredulously replied.

She answered, “Well, today I didn’t do it.”