The Monster (my children) descend upon the Earth (me). Wound up to take on anything in it's path.
I prepare my defenses. Games. Story time. Crafts. Car rides. Preschool. Colouring. Music videos and dancing.
Alas, it's no use. My plans mean nothing. The Monster (my children) leave clothing, half eaten sandwiches, torn pages, fingerprints, screaming babies, et cetera in their wake. The Earth (me) is left defenseless praying for salvation (bedtime)