An Ode to Moms...well, kind of

This is not actually an ode (since i am in english teacher, i can't give people wrong information). However, i came across it and it made me think of my friends that have been blessed with the ability to be stay at home moms. I made sure to use the word "blessed" because staying at home for me has been miserable! I know that sometimes all the work they do can be taken for granted - especially when you clean all day long and at the end of the day its barely a dent in the things that needed to be accomplished. The thing I hate the most is that i can do ALL the dishes in the sink and by the time i get dinner ready, the sink is full again. The laundry is overflowing and I don't even have kids yet. Poor poor Chris! :)

So, girls, this story is for you. I admire all your hard work and if no one ever says thank you, today I say THANK YOU for your sacrifice, patience, and hard work. Here's what would happen without it. Enjoy!


In honor of the MOMS:
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 I do all day?" "Yes," was his incredulous reply. She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."