Good old catholic guilt

I am so tired today. Lest anyone think after my last post that I am some kind of saint; it took roughly 5 hours from the time I wrote that post to the time I was contemplating how much the materials to make cages for my children might cost at Menards. I love them, but man do they really honk me off some times. They can fight about fighting, and on Christmas! Finally today all is quiet, because Nate is gone to basketball practice and I took Liam to daycare. Here is where the catholic guilt comes in; I am sitting at home, in my pajamas, doing nothing, and I still took my youngest son to daycare. I feel terrible about it but I have what i hope are a few good reasons:

1) he really wanted to go
2) I feel like crap- I have a chest cold (Thanks Rhonda)
3) the dog needed a break from him
4) I'm a selfish man and I need a break

So there it is, all that warm lovey-dovey stuff I wrote on Christmas Eve is now properly counter-balanced by my selfishness and poor parenting. I suck, but at least I suck in peace and quiet.