Winter. What started as a four-day weekend turned into a ginormous blob of unending time home from school for my three kids because of winter. I don't even know what day it is or when I last had a shower. They have been home since last Thursday and according to the all-knowing computer, it's Friday of the next week. If the snow magically evaporated at this very second, the kids will still be home for two more days. You might not be able to tell, but I'm whimpering as I type this. I love my little snow bunnies, but I need them to stop touching me and asking for sandwiches and seriously, no. No more trips outside to build a snowman. It's ice, kids. Ice doesn't make a good snowman. Do not make me throw a chunk at you to prove a point. What we have outside is a slippery doom machine of pain.