The weekend is over...
I'm still hungover.
I've never been so exhausted.
Seriously. No joke.
my body hurts and my eyes are struggling to keep open.
I look like my dogs morning crap.
... yes I made it to work - no I am not gonna get a damn thing done today.
"Why does my body hurt so bad?" was the question of the day yesterday & yet still today. It never dawned on me until I was driving back from brunch...
"Holy Poop, I just figured it out" were my exact words.
I thought it would be okay to hold a 40 pound precious
little girl on my shoulders so she could see the parade better...
#Dammit.
I should have listened to Rachel {her mom} when she tried very hard to explain that
carrying a child on your shoulders is a mans job. I'm over being "The Cool Mrs. Jess..." She never warned me that it would add age to me the next day - And Lacey is tiny. Really tiny. So tiny I'm embarrassed to explain how much my body is aching. I can't imagine a heavy child.
Besides the four hours of sleep Friday night, the seven hours Saturday night
& the six hours of sleep last night - I never slowed down not one bit.
I partied like a rock star.
We partied like we were in the movie OLD SCHOOL.
#truestory: "I like your green hat" was my quote of the weekend.
I even pretended to be Frank half the weekend. I may or may not have even done
the Frank the Tank impresonation... not once but twice -
However, I had an amazing weekend.
One hell of a weekend.
So much fun. So many laughs. A lot of good memories with wonderful people.
I'm over being green. I'm over drinking beer. I'm over partying.
I'm over not having my beauty sleep.
A full St. Patty's Day/weekend post will be up sometime this week.
For now, I'm over & out.