My husband is temporarily working later hours at work this week. It is nice having him around a bit more in the morning, but I am not used to having such long hours in the afternoon and it is getting to me (even though this is only the first day of this). I kept trying to hide from the kids this afternoon, but they are very good at finding me and apparently they HAVE to be on the same floor of the house as me. Oh, and Evan pooped his pants this afternoon because he was having too much fun playing to go to the potty (despite me bugging him a million times to go).
So instead of something wise and/or funny here, I will send you here to a great article on marriage by an author that I very much enjoy and admire.