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 t...
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