Part of it is my fault. I lingered too long in the warm comfy bed. Then we had rush out of the house. My children don't do rushed very well.
Well, actually, I think it's all my fault. My children are acting like children. Bickering. Over every little thing. It's been this way since Ben left. I've let it bother me quite a bit today.
Ballet was a chore for me. The children were not in the best of moods. But, I'm sitting here wondering if it isn't because of me. Maybe I need to set the tone so they'd feel better. Maybe I need to let the littlest one sit in my lap no matter how uncomfortable she makes it. Maybe then she'd feel better. You know, fill her love tank.
One of the biggest things I ever learned from Father Corapi is that love is sacrifice. It sure is hard, this constant dying to self...