"If momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy."

Sometimes the pressure is a little too much.

I hate the fact that if I have a bad day, the whole family seems to fall apart. 

A while ago, when I was feeling sorry for myself, I made a super long list of all the things that I was in charge of.

Then I made a list of what my husband was in charge of.

His list was really short.

I thought that seemed unfair at first.  But, then I realized that the number one thing on his list carries more weight than anything on my list.

His number one job:  keep me happy.

I'm lucky he does such a good job.