Maybe we at Dadwagon went a little stir-crazy owing to this week’s snowstorm, because exasperation was in the air.

Consider Nathan: taking a gimlet-eyed view of V-day, griping about federal bureaucracy, proposing that a few minor injuries to his kid wouldn’t be so bad.

Or Matt, who mused on teen suicide, confronted an epic case of the runs, and decided that if his daughter wants to join him and blow some stuff up, that’d be just dandy.

Theodore — who is (and we say this with affection) shaping up as our Correspondent Most Likely to Machine-Gun the Rest of Us Any Day Now — offered his views on Suri Cruise’s evidently bizarre upbringing and the anal phase as it relates to the Super Bowl. And, on a more serious note, he addressed the frustrations of blogging about parenthood while negotiating a divorce.

As for me, I get crabby in cold and damp weather, and it showed. Another tirade about inoculations; a rant about the lack of paid paternal leave in this country; a gripe about people who think Google’s algorithms are out to get them.

At least a ray of warmth came through after the storm.

Wishing you all a warmer, drier next week, and a mood to match.