the Aftermath of Storm Preschool

This is what happens when you leave 2, 3-year-old boys together in a room for any number of minutes. Notice the lampshade on the bookshelf is tipped over? The broken light bulb is smashed into the carpet under the debris, and the lamppost earned it's spot in the garbage after it shocked/electrified my hand as I was assessing the damage.
***Note to self: When something breaks, if applicable, unplug from the electrical outlet before determining damage.***

All things must come to an end, and after breaking up a couple physical fights, refereeing some train races, and hearing lots of laughing, screaming, giggling, singing, and unintelligible gibberish, all is now quiet and still. I'm currently sitting down to a fresh cup of coffee with an extra measure of cream, and I'm taking a breather before I head in to pick out pieces of glass from the carpet. God gives me the grace I need to be a cheerful mom everytime Colson lays his busy little head down and closes his eyes.