SNOW night!

So, since I work weekends, here I sit at UNC hospital. Good 'ole Chapel Hill, NC. The snow is blustery and dancing and here I sit...about a 35 minute drive from home. From the boys. From the chilly sheets and warm husband. Now, for most people, in most places a foot of snow is no big deal. Here in this mid-section of North Carolina....all we need is a dusting and all chaos breaks loose! The hospital has released a statement to the press showing COTS that they are going to give us to sleep on. I'm so concerned about this!!! Now, I'm so sleep-deprived, I can probably sleep upside down. But, with my cot next to a complete stranger or 4 or 5 or 30? CRAZY! I mean, what if my bag gets stolen? What if I snore? How am I going to sleep without makeup on? These are all things that CLEARLY were not thought out. I'm wondering if a male person devised this little cot situation. I just may take my Elliebug and try and weather the snow and chill. I mean, I'm not trying to be a complete princess but please let me whine a bit. Everyone else I know is off work tomorrow, they are facebooking about sledding and snowboarding, hot cocoa, and fireplaces. I mean, why not just say you're in your flannel pajamas, watching lifetime and sipping hot cocoa by the fire? Don't hold back :)
My little snugglebums are sleeping soundly- like something out of a Night Before Christmas book. I can see them all snuggly. Oh to be there right now.
I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder. My heart was already so fond it's about to explode?!
Either way, about 7am, when and IF dayshift nurses ever get here safely.....I'll be closing my eyes SOMEWHERE. I'm hoping it's just not on a cot....staring at the back of Joe Bob's hair on his cot across the room. ECk......Heck, maybe I'll just go sleep in Elliebug. Wish Jay would have taken the seats out for me!!
If you're in the thick of it all.....enjoy it. Make a snow angel or something for me.
I posted a pic of me out in the snow here at work. Someone went out to smoke and I couldn't resist tagging along.
Merry SNOW!
~Kimmie

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