"The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away."

Tonight, I folded and put away two loads of laundry upstairs while the hellions boys played downstairs.  Apparently, that's how long it takes for children to go all Lord of the Flies in this house. 

When I came back downstairs, they were no longer clothed, and I don't think they speak English anymore.

It was all executed in such eery quiet.  But the trail of destruction spoke volumes.

TWO LOADS. 

Then they ate some ravioli and grapes, read a couple books, and all was right with the world again.  No Beasts or bloodshed this time, but I believe I'll think twice before ever accumulating a third load of laundry.