It was Tuesday morning... I dropped off the girls at the "nanny's" house like normal, then off to the gym to workout... after an exhausting workout, I got back in the car and checked my phone. I found out rather quickly that the nanny was trying to get ahold of me. Brooklyn (my youngest was throwing up). I raced over to get her, took her home and camped out with my daughters all day. We had fun, even though she was sick. Wednesday was a good day, everyone was feeling better, until Brynn (the middle one) complained of a stomach ache, only to hurl all over me and the her as we were cuddled on the couch. We got her cleaned up in time for her to puke yet again.
It was a beautiful night.
Thursday was a good day again... all was well in the house .... until ... that night one more in the Chatfield home went down... It was me. 4 am this morning I was up throwing up... I wasn't real excited for a couple of reasons...
#1 - I was throwing up - who gets excited about that.
#2 - I was only an hour away from getting up to play basketball.... and I enjoy playing.
So now I'm at home - stomach churning and not feeling the greatest, but I still have so much that needs to be done for the weekend.
So.... I'm sick of the sickness.... Only two more in house -
Who's next.
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