This morning I woke up groggy and struggled through prayers.  I was late getting up as I resolved to finish them. I was worried about not getting enough of my school work done and had to stop myself from thinking about it several times.  I was also remorseful about getting the kids to bed late last night and about getting into a big gripe with one of the kids and not having cleaned as well as I should.

My wife was resentful that I had still not woken the kids when she got out of the shower.  She ran out of the door and left my youngest daughter who is attending her class and told me to take her.  We walked out the door just as she was pulling out of the driveway.  I got resentful about it.

I fed the kids and took them to school.  We all got along great, I remembered to pray with them, and we made it on time.

I am grateful to have been blessed with studious initiative today and got through both chapters.  I feel ready for tomorrow's test.

At lunch my wife and I got into a discussion about a topic of abnormal behavior.  She ended up calling me a bigot. I was very hurt and offended. For some reason I decided to look up the word.  I was surprised to find that it actually has a broader scope of meaning than I thought.  It actually filled a conceptual need that has been perplexing me.  Something good came out of it.

I had a good evening with the children, we practiced ball, we watched hummingbirds in the back yard, we watched an episode of Nova about cuttlefish and we stayed on schedule, cleaned, and got to bed on time.

I have to resist a critical spirit with my wife.

Thanks be to God.