Father comes home from work and sees his three children sitting in front of the house, still dressed in pajamas and playing in the mud among the empty boxes after chińszczyźnie, scattered all over the yard. The door to the car his wife was open, like the front door to the house and there was not the slightest trace of the dog. 

 The man entered the house and saw an even bigger mess. Lamp lay overturned, and the sidewalk wrapped in the same wall. At the center of the room playing loud tv channel with cartoons, and the dining room was abandoned toys and different parts of the garment.  

The kitchen was not better: in the sink has a mountain of dishes, the remains of breakfast were scattered on the table, fridge was wide open, dog food was thrown to the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and the rear door was heaped a pile of sand. The man quickly ran up the stairs, stomping on the occasion of another toy and another clothes, but he ignored it, just looking for his wife. Worried that maybe she is ill, or that something serious. He saw from the door to the bathroom flowing water.  

He looked inside and saw the wet towels on the floor, spilled soap and subsequent scattered toys. Kilometers of toilet paper lay porozwijane between all this and the mirror and the walls were painted toothpaste. He quickened his pace and walked into the bedroom, where he found his wife lying on the bed in his pajamas and reading a book.  
She looked at him, smiled, and asked him how was your day. He looked at her in disbelief and asked: 
- What has happened here today?  

She smiled again and said: 
- Do you remember, dear, that every day you come home from work, you're asking me what the hell I was doing today? 

 - Yes - he answered reluctantly. - So today I did not.