Scrappin frustration

I love my kids, I love my kids, I love my kids.  But they drive me crazy.  My house and kids are clean, homework done, even tomorrow nights dinner is finished (chicken soup). I think it's safe to sit down and scrapbook.  My daughter can read minds because she beats me to my desk.  She does get up though but stand next to me so close I can feel her breathing down my neck.  I will just make her clean my stamps and make cards using my scraps, I can share my personal space I guess. But then the yelling and screaming from the other room begins.  "He's playing with my Legos!" "Am not!" " He lost my Legos!" "Did not!". The Legos? They belong to the 6 year old. The accused? That is the 14 year old.  Why oh why is the teenage antoganizing the 6 year old?  So I can't finish my layout because I need to sit in the living room and police the boys.  And then I hear there is ice in the forcast for tomorrow morning.  The kids have a half day so a delay would be useless.  Cancellation is on the horizon. What am I going to do with them home?  I don't think there is enough food for them in the house to last. Because, as I am sure you are well aware, they kids eat triple the amount of food when they have a day off.  I am going to savor my clean house, it will not be like this tomorrow.