When the hurricane hit my house

Just when it seems like there is finally a calm in my house, another storm seems to hit.

This time the storm hit in a different way.

Unlike other storms, this one was caused by my two, sweet, innocent and beautiful children, Matthew, 7, and John, 4.

It happened on a weekend. My husband had gone to the store to pick up a few groceries and I needed a short bathroom break.

I was only in the bathroom for about two minutes, but when I reappeared, the living room was trashed. Magazines, books, toys, blankets and shoes were scattered around the floor.

I didn’t have to wonder what happened for too lon...