Thursday was rugby training - this one was all hitting.
I was so sore. Then, I got home to barfing children. Why is that? Because life hates my guts, that's
Friday, of course, I caught whatever the kids puked on me and was wrapped in a blanket in the fetal position for most of the day. At least Saturday and Sunday we all got out of the house to enjoy some of the sun.
Sunday was a rugby day, too. That wasn't very fun, especially with the flu bug making it's way through the team. No one washes their hands and I end up sick.