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.
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