One of those days

It's going to be one of those days, I can feel it.

It is 8:45 a.m. Chris is at work, then class, then running errands. I expect him home at around 1:30 or so.

It is currently -25 with the windchill outside. There are no promises for it to get much warmer.

Molly is wearing her 4th outfit of the day so far. I haven't looked in her room yet, but I am certain it is strewn with clothing and her dresser drawers look as though they have vomited out their contents.

Emma is whiny, cranky, and demanding.

The girls are squabbling over toys already. They could fight over anything. Anything! They are both in one of those moods where they feel like picking at and aggravating one another.

They are currently playing under a giant golf umbrella, which they are using as their "club house". I am wondering how long it will be before someone gets their eye poked out, or busts the umbrella.

It's one of those days where I'm going to have to summon every bit of mental and emotional energy that I have, in order to prevent it from becoming a complete train wreck. I seriously wonder if I have it in me today.

Is it spring yet?