One week to go, a cold, a sore tooth...and snow?

So we've got one week left to get everything together. Ronan has decided that he can survive on 7 hours of sleep a night, Pat's got tooth trouble and I've got a cold and looking outside this morning, it's trying to snow. The kids are running around the house screaming "azerio", don't know what that means, but they are pretty happy. I've been searching for the self-packing button on the house but I haven't found it yet. Perhaps I just need a strong cup of coffee.