Confession time: I can count on one finger the amount of times I’ve gone to church in a mood as sour as I was in this past Sunday.
Seriously. I’m not being melodramatic. I was in a funk.
My girls were wonderful and ready to go on time.
Lincoln however was not.
He was seemingly on a mission to be as difficult as possible.
Tantrum after tantrum was unleashed.
Add that to an overly tired dad and a busy week of driving to and from Children’s Hospital for our youngest and you have the perfect storm of bad moods.