A little out of sorts

Popeye is gone.  I'm sad.
I made it home from Denver this afternoon with all the kiddos.
I pulled into the driveway.  It was covered in snow.  And not just a light dusting, either.  It was DEEP.
And I immediately started mumbling under my breath about my neighbors.  We've lived here for over 2 years and every time it snows, they start shovelling.  And they stop RIGHT at the property line.  If I have the opportunity to shovel before them, I make it a point to continue on up or down the sidewalk.  I'm cool like that.
I guess I was more torqued that the snow came up to the bottom of my door on my van and ALL my neighbors have clear driveways that have melted throughout the day.
Of course I left the kids in the van until I could shovel them some paths to the door.
Of course I finished the driveway by hand because I had the landfill bring me a dumpster for this weeks' fiasco and it was blocking in the plow. 
Of course I started the plow to get a nice clear path in front of the garage door (behind the dumpster) so I can get in and out of there without mishaps.
Of course the engine was cold so the exhaust from the plow was overpowering and now I stink - Royally.

I know I'm being petty.  I'm always a little overwhelmed the first day that Popeye's gone.  I just wish it didn't snow.  And I wish that it would STOP!  That's right, peeps.  It is STILL SNOWING.

Tomorrow will be better, won't it?  Please tell me it will.  Please say that I'll get tons done tomorrow.  Please reassure me that my children will be angels and not attempt to help me paint.  Or please just come and keep me company so that I don't kill my kids.

Thanks.
(Stupid snow.  Now I'm in a bad mood.)