I received this mini-story in my email yesterday. I liked it so much I have to pass it on. As a wife and mother of three, and with the season of gratitude approaching, it made me smile knowingly.

One day a man came home and found his house a disaster. The kids were still in their pajamas outside playing in the mud. Empty food boxes and wrappers littered the house. Dishes were on the counter, dog food was all over the floor and a broken glass lay under the table. Toys and clothes cluttered the playroom and a lamp was lying on its side.

He headed up the stairs, stepping over toys, looking for his wife. He was worried that she was sick, or that something worse might have happened. He found her in the bedroom, still in bed with her pajamas on, reading a book.

She looked up at him, smiled, and asked, “How was your day?”

“What in the world happened here today?”

She again smiled and answered, “You know everyday when you come home from work and ask me what I did today?”

“Yes. . . ?”

“Well, today I didn’t do it!”

See what I mean.  Now go kiss your mom or your wife or whoever mops your kitchen floor, wipes the fingerprints off your TV screen, and cleans your dirty underwear, and thank them for the thankless job they do day in and day out–even when you don’t acknowledge it.