The story that goes with it is this:
Walking in the door, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, the throw rug was against one wall, In the front room the TV was on loudly with the cartoon channel, 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 do I do all day? ''Yes," was his incredulous reply. She answered, 'Well, today I didn't do it.
So the next day, I tested it out. How messy would my house get if I did abso-blooming-lutely NOTHING one day. I did no cleaning, cooking, organizing. The only thing I did was play with my kid and feed him when necessary. I know, I know, that’s probably breaking the rules of doing nothing if I’m truly testing it out. But he’s only 1 after all. To neglect those things would be abuse and my husband’s the guy that sends people to jail for that…. Sooooo needless to say I saw that as a necessity. But, after feeding I did leave all dropped food on the floor to be severely smashed and smeared.
And do you know what? My house didn't look like the picture at all! False advertising! One child on their own makes hardly any mess and gets up to virtually no mischief (unless you call repeatedly chasing and catching the chicken and cuddling it's like your baby mischief).
Sure, there were a few toys around. Tripping hazard? There were a few close calls with the chicken. Who needs eggs anyway? There was a bit of food under the high chair. Cockroach bait? No dinner on the table. Diet strategy?
That day, I decided that one child is the perfect amount.