Presidents Day Ski Trip

So I mentioned that XH is out of town for TWO WEEKS, leaving me with our evil spawn, I mean, leaving me with our adorable darling daughters for some quality time.
HG and I decided to take them skiing.
After their asking six times if we were "there" yet, we arrived...


Got them signed up for ski school...

And they were off.

We had to kill a couple of hours before their lesson, so I sent HG off to snowboard while I attempted to instruct them on how to ski. Now, be mindful that I am NOT that kind of mother; the kind who is patient and carefully explains exactly what to do (over and over and over and over again.) I'm more of the type of mother who wants to say "Are you stupid or something????" (Of course, I never say this, I just think it LOUDLY...)
But I did pretty damn good if I do say so myself, telling them over and over again HOW to get up when you fall and helping DD#3 get on the rope tow for the fifth time after she biffed it. But she DID get it, and here is the proof...

Look at that form!
While they were in their lesson, HG and I had a lovely time.
Unfortunately I hit a wee bit of ice (huge ass iceberg...) and fell a little bit (Olympic syle crash...)
A nice boy got my ski for me, which was a little (50 yards...) out of my way and commented on how impressive my slide was, (yes, he watched me fall from the chair lift.) He handed me my ski and said, "That looked like it hurt." I didn't know if it hurt or not, because I was still trying to figure out how the hell I didn't break anything.
I recovered quickly (the beer we had helped...) and retrieved the girls from their lesson. DD#1 wanted to go on the lift and try the big hill, so I took her up...

It started snowing...

(that's snow on my face, not snot...)
She did a fabulous job and skiied like a rock star. When we got to the bottom, the little girls wanted to try too. HG took DD#3, but didn't realize that she was a little short to just ski off of the lift. Luckily HG figured it out and had her jump off. The little girls were a little slower and DD#3 got a little scared but they fared quite well.

By the time we were leaving, the pain in my elbow and my thigh where I fell was starting to make it's presence known. I got home, took some drugs and proceeded to drink three martinis while HG iced me. The martinis helped, the ice was cold.
Today, I felt like a truck ran me over, (sidenote: people always say this like they actually KNOW what it feels like to be run over by a truck when I doubt that anyone really ever survives being run over by a truck...)
Here is the result of my almost 37 year old body hitting ice on a black diamond...


Nice, huh?

All is all, it was a GREAT time (minus my broken elbow, thigh and ass...) and now I get to whine and complain while my hottie girlfriend tends to my injuries.
I think I can handle that.