I was grumbling Sunday morning. Dori was up at 4:30 a.m. and ready for breakfast. I made her wait until 6 a.m. but I still thought that was still too early. As, bleary eyed, I prepared breakfast I had a mental pity party, feeling sorry for myself. Then I remembered that for some mothers, an egg, handful of cheese and fruit salad is more than they can give their children in a week. And some moms would wake up at 4:30 for the rest of their lives if only to see their little girl grow up. So I praised God for the blessings I do have and gifts that they are. And later took advantage of two naps during the day.