Feeling guilty

Today being Sunday, we should really be getting ready to go to church. But that is no small feat with an 18 month old that still naps (at the wrong time to make it to service on time). Last week when we went Myles went to Sunday school, but was confused why Mrs. Stewart, his regular preschool teacher, was not there. We had talked about that in advance, but he was still diappointed, and apparently very quiet the entire time. This was after he spent the first part of the church service holding his ears and saying how loud the music was. (Although it was pretty loud).
Gina cried while I was leaving and followed me out the door...girl can be fast when she wants to be! I had to give her a little shove and shut the door. Nice, huh? And she spent the entire time being held and rocked and looked totally dejected when I picked her up. Her expression was like she had just been abandoned for life.
So yes, we could go today. But I sometimes wonder if it's worth it. I know that's bad. I know it'd get better if we just keep going. But come each Sunday morning I find myself having an internal debate over whether or not we're gonna go. Today I think we're leaning towards no.
However...in an effort to do something productive I think I'm going to start a gratitude journal on here. It's something I've been wanting to do for a long time, and just haven't started. I think this could be a good place, and maybe will inspire you all to even do the same.
When I was given the idea of doing this, I was told to try to list three or four things each day I'm grateful for and to not repeat them for as long as possible. I think this will help keep me thinking positively and being thankful for what I DO have, instead of thinking about what I don't.
And in the mean time...there's always next Sunday, right?