I Hate Sick Days

Three nights ago, my youngest took it upon himself to start puking. The puked in the living room, puked in the bed, puked in the toilet and then immediately next to it... it was terrible, but i knew it was only the beginning.

Two nights ago, he seemed to be okay, but then within seconds of each other, my older kids started yakkin', too. Luckily for round two, they are champions and made it in their trash bins.

Yesterday, as a result, i was wrecked. I slept for almost ten hours overall. And yes, after a whole day of rocks in my own stomach, i finally managed my flop-sweaty puke last night. So i guess this is day 4, and I'm up at 0500 getting ready for work. This is the way.