Snow days-You got to love them!

I wasn't going to write about this, but Erin found this to be quite funny so I thought I would share. Of course, I knew we were going to have a snow day so I slept in a little knowing I wouldn't have to rush around to get the girls and myself out the door. I eventually got up when the girls started complaining that they were hungry. Since I slept in, I thought I should probably be somewhat productive today so I put the dishes away, started the laundry, took the kitchen garbage out and started breakfast.

Then the phone rang. This is where everything went down hill. The first words out of the voice on the phone says "Can you do me a favor?" I hate when people say this because it is definitely a trick question. Of course, I want to say hell no, but I calmly reply "Yeah. What do you want me to do?" James forgot to take the garbage to the curb. It is garbage day and we have snow banks 8 feet high. What is he crazy? Well maybe not 8 feet, but they were at least 2 feet.

I start to pull on all my winter gear to go outside to shovel a path to the curb for the garbage and predictably, the kids want to come out with me. I bundle everyone up to go outside, which takes an extra fifteen minutes. We get outside where I successfully shovel a path and pull the garbage to the curb just in time for the garbage man to pick up. Yeah! Here is where I go wrong, I start to shovel the front porch and in front of the garage just to prepare for his brother to come over and plow us out. Child #1 says "Can I help mommy?" My answer "Well of course, you can help." I hand her another shovel and she lasted a whole minute and goes back to playing in the snow. No problem. As I am backing up to push some more snow out of the way, I step on something and couldn't control my balance anymore. The whole slow motion factor comes to mind as I am falling, I am thinking what the hell is happening I can't control myself. Then it hits me, I am falling and I have no idea what I am going to land on. I twist slighting to try to catch myself, mistake number two. Once I hit the ground, I realize that I had stepped on the shovel that Child #1 had left in my path after she decided it wasn't fun to shovel anymore. Needless to say, I got the wind knocked out of me and a shovel handle jammed and scraped up one side of my body. Oh and I have some kind of nasty bruise on my forarm that I have no idea what I hit it on. And about now I think I pulled all my upper back muscles too. I am pretty sure I won't be able to move in the morning, but all in all I just love snow days.