Update

Captain's Log, Stardate 21.71575:  We are 4 hours into the snow day.  I fear all control may already be lost.  The bathroom has been flooded twice by the little one who now refuses to put on any clothing whatsoever.  The whistling of outdoor rockets skimming passed my head while I stand in the living room is unnerving to say the least.  The volume of my voice has no affect on them.  It seems to only make them crazier.  The bigger one has headed back out into the snow.  Nap time for the little one is soon.  Hoping to make it until someone can relieve me.