1. Everyone is doing it... 
I generally avoid fads of all sorts. Seriously. I can't think of any exceptions. Help jog my memory if I'm mistaken. Does my fedora count?

2. Mark Zuckerberg can't tell me what to do. 
He can't rule my life. On my anniversary, Mark encouraged me to send love notes to my husband. Let me have my profile picture, Mark. I happen to like this one.

3. I like my profile picture.
Like I said, it's a good picture... you know because it got some good like-action. And do you know how many pictures I had to take to get that shot?! Seriously, it was an unusually high number. I even waited for the sun to move to a different position for better lighting.

4. When will the rainbow profile picture fad phase out?
I don't know if this is a longterm thing... so I'm just going to feel this one out. Like when do people decide they are over it? Will Mark encourage us to move on with a different filter? There's just so much to think about here.

5. It doesn't mean I don't support or care about what's going on.
This is important. Don't read too much into my rainbow-less filter.

Comment below and tell me why you did or did not change your Facebook profile image to have a rainbow filter.

To be honest, my marriage wasn't falling apart. But I was... and I was putting that stress on my dear husband.

Before I hired our neighbor who is 14 years old, I was trying to do it all by myself. I own a web design/marketing consulting business, and I would work while holding an infant who often interrupted my typing to interject some zioewalnkcoj. 

and

kmv ijsfw 

Then when my husband walked through the door from a stressful day of work, before he could even get off his coat I was asking him to hold the baby so I could finish this "one thing."

He hated it when I said that, because it meant I would be stuck in my office until 8:00 pm while he was juggling two kids and trying to destress from the day... often his mind on the things he wished he could be doing, like going to the gym or working in the garage.

Meanwhile, I would lose track of time and work until my stomach growled, and I realized dinner still needed to be made. I would stop what I was doing, make dinner, get everyone to the table by 9:00 pm, and then sit down and relax for 30 minutes before we got the children ready for bed. Yep... our kids go to bed really late. Don't judge me.

Enter the day I changed all that.

I hired a babysitter for 2-3 hours as often as she is able to join me after school. She stays at my house with the kids so if an emergency arrives, I can help. 

Now, after work my husband goes straight to the gym and comes home happy (endorphins are powerful!). Because I wasn't interrupted during my work time, I am able to quit working when he walks through the door.

Plus, the best part of the whole thing is I'm extremely motivated to clean my house before she arrives... which means my brain functions better (less clutter = more creative), and my house is always ready for when an unexpected client comes to my office.

Everyone is happy, and my kids love getting to play with a friend, rather than their mom. Sometimes dinner is served late, but that's ok... 

hey, I'm not perfect.