This Sunday is the day we honor our moms who have given of themselves so tirelessly and unselfishly to make us what we are today. (In case you had forgotten, run ... do not walk ... to get something for her!) When I saw the following story in my files, I knew it's the one I wanted to post today.
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 20 wrappers strewn all around the front yard.
The door of his wife's car was open, and so 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 floor was almost totally covered 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.
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