Self portraiture is an art and I am not an artist. Not much needs to be written on this. Simply refer to the examples above. The proof, as they say, is in the pudding.
A successful marriage requires a husband and wife that are willing to go on dates, preferably with one another. Riley and I used to be much better at this when there was more money and less children. I would state that a night out with your spouse becomes increasingly important in direct proportion to the number of children you have. In a perfect world that statement would be made calmly while wearing lipstick. This week it was made while I hiccup cried into my eggs three mornings in a row. Needless to say Riley has already found a sitter for Saturday night. He promises that we will never go two months without going out again. My breakfast thanks him.
And finally. We have a choice. We can laugh or cry at the often ridiculous, sometimes tedious bits of life. This week I chose tears. Next week, I choose laughter.