What Just Happened?

It's Sunday night --the close of the weekend --and I'm stretched out on the couch, feet up on the coffee table, assessing the damage. Post 48 hours, here's what we're left with:

-a toppling mound of laundry heaped at the bottom of the cellar stairs
-a sink full of dishes
-two trash bags stuffed with crumpled wrapping paper
-a pile of sweat-stained riding equipment
-one dirty barn
-two filthy vehicles, both on empty
-one exhausted Thoroughbred
-one neglected, baleful-eyed border collie
-two zonked-out kids
-one chocolate-induced tummy ache

-and these memories: