Tonight on the way home from our worship service, Brienzi began feeling sick, like she was gonna throw up. Shortly after we got home, Aidan started to complain that he was gonna "blow." (He also told Kim he felt like he had a burp so big it would fill the whole house).
Not sure what to expect, we readied bed sides for anything. Kim and I tag teamed to get everyone into bed. (All this in the midst of a wiring problem in our house that's causing the electricity to go out in half of the house).
As I'm running an extension cord to get the fridge plugged in, Aidan wails "Daadddyyy." I get there just in time to center the bucket. Oh how gut wrenching to watch your kids suffer.
Then, Brienzi . . . at almost the same exact minute!
Later, Kim told me that as Brienzi was throwing up, she blurted out, "Oh mommy. Think of those homeless children who have to go through this every day. No medicine. Nobody who cares for them. They're just throwing up on the street."
And there you have it - the agony and joy of parenting mixed together.
