Sometimes, we are that family.

You know, the family at Costco with the crying, screaming 3-year-old? Yes, sometimes that's us. That was us yesterday.

I used to occasionally wonder why people took their kids out when they were hungry or tired or had something that was clearly wrong with them, whatever it might be. That was before I had kids of my own. She was not hungry, or tired, and what was wrong with her was that I wasn't doing everything exactly as she wanted.

Unfortunately, we've been that family a lot this week. I'm not sure exactly why it's happening, but it's definitely wearing on me. I suppose that the fact that it's wearing on me so much is good news -- we're not always that family; I'm not so used to it that it doesn't bother me any more.

We'll try to keep it to occasionally, and those times will be good times of humility and remembering to pray for the other moms I meet whose turn it is to be the moms in that family today.