Last week was a rough one for our family. Last Friday, when we went in to get my daughter out of her crib, we found out that she had spit up everywhere. Later in the day, she again threw up all over the kitchen floor. I thought it was because Joe had fed her too much zucchini, but by Saturday evening we realized that it was a stomach virus because…you guessed it…Joe came home from work and started throwing up as well.

I have to admit that I am not the most loving toward Joe when he is sick. He will admit that he is a terrible sick person. Let me share and complain for just a minute. Joe came home from work not feeling well but because he had promised our son that he would take him to a movie, he did. After the movie, he came home and started throwing up. I have to say that I don’t know of anyone that sounds so horrible when they are vomiting. I know he isn’t trying to make it sound more horrible than it really is, but after throwing up he comes into the living room moaning and saying how horrible he feels. This lasted all night long as he laid in bed moaning, slinging his arms over me, begging to die. I have to admit that one time he was in the bathroom throwing up (sounding like he was dying) and I got up and shut the bathroom door. Yes, insensitive.

So God decided to teach me a lesson. Yesterday it hit me with a vengeance. Fever, vomiting, running to the bathroom every few minutes. Just miserable.

So today, I sit here at the computer thinking of how I can ask Joe for forgiveness for being so unfeeling during his misery. Thank you God for your sense of humor.