This morning was AWFUL.

Younger Boy is angry, rude, and disrespectful. 

He stomped around the house and slammed doors.  He screamed at Middle Boy for feeding Sophie. 

He locked his jaw, folded his arms and stared out the car window on the way to church.

He was rude when people talked to him at church and was angry during church.  On more than one occassion he was muttering under his breath about how everyone hates him and he should just die.

Prayers mornings like this morning become fewer and farther between.