Friday Afternoon

It was Friday. Helen was finally alone. The house was quiet and Helen was cleaning the living room. Helen finally had a day off; it had been weeks since she had had time to herself. Absently she moved onto the kitchen, putting everything in its proper place. She thought about the state of her house: everything always in disarray, the kitchen a disaster; nothing was ever in its proper place. With a loud crash the front door burst open releasing a whirlwind of chaos, sound, and more mess. The children had returned from their games. The living room was quickly reverted to its state of disorder. Still, Helen didn’t say word.