What's worse than going grocery shopping like you do every Thursday, not thinking about the impending snow storm and upcoming Superbowl weekend?
Coming home (after standing in line for 45 minutes) to two kids that are not handling the snow day too well.
What's worse than listening to two boys say 500 times that they want to go outside, even though they are bright red from just returning from the frigid cold?
Cleaning up pee after they couldn't get their snow clothes off fast enough.
Brings "yellow snow" to a whole new level, doesn't it?