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This works just as well for the stay at home father too. It was written for a woman though. I got this from Iron Cook Carl and I hope you enjoy it.
WHAT DO YOU DO ALL DAY?
Eddie 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 garden. 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 hall, Ed found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the rug was piled up 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 worktop, 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. Eddie quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for Valerie.
He was worried she might be ill, collapsed, 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 sink. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found Valerie still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.
Eddie looked at Valerie, bewildered and asked, ‘What happened here today?’ Valerie again smiled and answered, ‘You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me sarcastically what in the world I do all day?’ ‘Yes,’ was Eddie’s startled reply. Valerie answered, ‘Well, today, I didn’t do it.’
The worst thing that could happen to me is…
I imagine sometimes when my wife and I have little Bakers running around the house. I think about being a father all the time and how wonderful I think she would be as a mom. I think the worst thing that could happen to a parent is to have to bury a child. Parents are not meant to survive their kids. Children are meant to bury their parents.
I see on the news or have read about, have seen on countless television shows or movies when parents lose a child to gun violence, suicide, or medical conditions. It tears my heart to hear it so I think the worst thing that could happen is to me (even though I am not yet a father) is to have a child die.
Originally my answer was different and I suppose I could give two answers to this question. I’ve noticed that as the days go by others taking part in Blogging Honesty are taking liberties, so…
In retrospect, I think this might be the absolute worst thing that could happen to me… What if I lived my life the way I wanted to and have been doing and then died and found out that what Jesus and the Bible said was true. Having to spend all eternity in Hell is definitely the WORST thing that could happen to me. Somehow I don’t think waiting until death is the right time to find out.