P comments that I never follow recipes. Part of this is my shameless self confidence that things will work out fine because I'm such a good cook. Part of this is that I am often unwilling to use as much butter, cheese, or whatever premium ingredient the recipe calls for. I think I know best. Really we eat just fine.
We went camping this weekend and parts of it were fairly miserable. We haven't committed the resources to have a really enjoyable camping experience. Eating our hotdogs around a flashlight rather than a lantern, freezing under our duvet rather than in sleeping bags, M wearing G's Saturday clothes because she had and accident and I didn't pack spare clothes because space was limited in our faithful compact Sentra. We're not willing to go into debt to have a nice camping experienced, or to get a minivan so we can always have everything we need all the time... so I can't be surprised that sometimes I don't have a great outing.
I am grateful that P and I(myself rather than some mysterious new person whose name starts with I) are willing to commit the resources for a happy marriage. It is miraculous how often one of us needs the other to jump in when we're feeling grumpy and un-enthused about the screaming. And it is even more miraculous that we have not yet in 12 years of marriage had a complete break down in this juggling act. Awesome.
I learned on the camping trip to bring a string of Christmas lights, rather than a lantern. String them up and you've got general lighting and mood! I've got Christmas lights.