God, bless these dear ones because they live with me. I am selfish and (often) unwilling to sacrifice very much for them. 
[a paraphrase of O. Hallesby's prayer from his book On Prayer]

I would add...
Make my life one of joy, grace, and love. Amen!
And this also means grace for me. Grace when I am impatient. Grace when I value a toy over a child (you should hear the scoldings I give for stepping on things or tossing them carelessly aside. I'm all for clear boundaries and instructions, but tongue lashings are selfish, not effective). Grace when I just can't do one more task.

It's all covered.

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