Apparently the best laid plans of mamas are much like those of mice and men. Last night was no exception. We've been sucked into the polar vortex. It's freezing. It's hard to get out of bed and all I want to do is drink hot chocolate. We're already jamming Christmas tunes in the car. It's that cold. It's so cold, in fact, that on the way to school yesterday I told Pumpkin I was already thinking about getting back in my jammies. So I made big plans for the Browns to get home from work and get in jammies, light a fire, and have grilled cheese and chili while we watch Christmas movies. So, I got home. We took baths. We were in jammies before 6 PM. Hubby made grilled cheese and chili. Holiday Inn was on Turner Classic Movies. The scene was set for my perfect cold night in. The girls, of course, had other plans. They were berserk. They couldn't get along for more than two minutes. They wouldn't eat. They were tired. They were hungry for anything