We are having freakish weather for Las Vegas and when I woke up today, the wind was howling and it was in the 20s.
That is, until I told the children to put on winter clothes, and they freaked out, and rebelled, and the boys absolutely refused to put on pants. It took 10 minutes for me to convince them they needed pants. Then when I told them they were wearing their puffy coats, they started crying. People were sobbing and I had 17 minutes to log back in to work.
So I think my head spun around and I spit out pea soup because they were not going to school without proper clothing. OMG. Do I need CPS coming to see why I don't dress my children appropriately?
"GET YOUR COATS ON!", I screeched at everyone.
I swear to you, I wake up every day and I'm going to be a pleasant person and then the children get up. I was never an angry person before I had children. You cannot believe how hard it is to convince desert children that it's cold out.
In addition to screaming at the children this morning, I think I lost my winter garden. We've had temperatures in the 20s for 3 days and my broccoli is not bouncing back. This will be the first time in 17 years that I've lost my winter garden due to temperatures. I am soooooooo bummed.
I also had nightmares all night that Bob didn't put our turkeys in the shed. We've been herding them into the shed for the last 3 nights to keep them warm. I had to do it by myself on Saturday night because Bob was having a "sleepover" at his "friend's" house, but I didn't check with him last night to see if he'd come home. The chickens have a light in their coop, so they are fine, but the turkeys' enclosure has nowhere for them to go, so I've literally been grabbing them on their backs and leading them inside the shed for their own safety.
For the record, they are as unappreciative as my children. Ungrateful bastards.
Okay, now I've got 3 hours to be pleasant before the kids get home. Ten bucks says someone comes home without a coat.