No rest for a Mommy

Wow, I feel like crap. Really. My sinuses feel like they've been pumped full of cement. My head feels heavy. Also my body is apparently a step or two behind my brain. I would have gladly climbed right into bed as soon as we got home, but Mom's aren't allowed to do that. I did try though. Abby caught me in my room changing into my PJ's.

Abby: Hey! What are you doing?
Me: Mommy doesn't feel so great.
Abby: But I thought we were going to make a snowman outside.
Me: You still want to do that huh? Cause Mommy feels pretty yucky.
Abby: Just lets do it, then you can lay down when were finished.

So you know I dragged my butt outside (did I mention I own no winter boots or any kind of snow-type pant?) and built a Snow-Mommy, a Snow-Abby and a Snow-Maya. No Snow-Daddy because I was bitter about him being inside while me and my concrete filled head were outside, also we were out of hats and scarves.