Sometimes love isn't so great.
Love is pillow talk. But sometimes, like when your four year old has five days in a row of making choices that baffle the mind and make you pull your hair out and even put people at risk, pillow talk is a painful discussion about limits, expectations, and interventions.
Love is nurturing. But sometimes, like when your one year old is sick and has the world's worst tasting antibiotic, nurturing feels a lot more like torturing.
Love is patient. Being patient is always more work than I'd like.