My husband broke the biggest cardinal rule known to married men, specifically married men to Stay At Home Moms. Last night, my husband did the equivilant of me waltzing into his mechanics shop and telling him he doesn't know how to fix anything. My dear, foolish, thick headed husband was begging for a beating by uttering the cursed words most Working Husbands fear...

"You haven't done shit around the house lately."

I know, most of my readers who live the SAHM/WP lifestyle are right now cringing after reading those, but no fear. I am not a violent person.


I am, however, a spiteful one.



Now for a joke:

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."


My only problem is that I do not have any novels here that I haven't already read 4325689437 times, but I do have a handy dandy computer and a really comfy chair to sit in for the next 8 hours. Maybe after I feed the kids and toss the dishes haphazardly into the sink for my dear Lurch to come home to, I'll throw on my bathing suit and relax in Ma's wading pool on the deck.



Mommy's taking a day off.. and Daddy's going to have to work overtime.