Confession: What Have You Done All Day?

My name is Bianca, it has been one week since my last confession and about 6 months since I mopped my floor. (We have dim lights and dark floors.) I was so sick with my last pregnancy that I did practically nothing but grow a baby for 9 months. Instead of feeling ashamed about how dirty my floors were, I was elated. As I mopped the filthy floors today, I realized something fantastic, they have never been so dirty. That has to mean that before my pregnancy I must have mopped the floors every once in a while. And that got me thinking that while I am playing catch up most of the time lately, I will “Fly” once again! Of course it could just be that the flooring is barely 2 years old but that is besides the point. It is amazing how much we really do even when we don’t think we have done enough. It reminds me of a story I read back in my college days. One of the Family Science majors gave me a copy. You may have read it too,

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.’