I do not know if this is us or our house but we are a wreck.  Two grandkids and three days destroyed Phil’s back, my hip and shoulders, and our house.  In the first hour, the two kids managed to whip through the house and take out things I did not know I owned.  I am roaming my house now like a Zombie picking up things and putting them away.  It will take me A WEEK to put back what took them one hour to mess.  There are millions of ants now living near or in the carpet in our dining area under the little one’s high chair.  I cannot see so it was my grandson who discovered them.  I have to get the carpet cleaned and call an exterminator.  I have to do all the laundries.  I have to sweep, dust, vacuum, and repair a door.  I have to peel off star stickers that magically appeared on my walls.  I have to refill my first aid kit with band aids and bacitracin.  I don’t know where to start and how I will finish.  But I think that I volunteered to do this again in a few weeks.