I give Andrea a lot of props for being an amazing dad. And I must say he stands pretty tall beside this increasingly vocal feminist wife of his. I almost feel bad for being such a tireless taskmaster when it comes to domestic equality, keeping constant tabs. Especially in a country where we still represent the exception to the rule. But I don’t apologize for it. It feels urgent, vital. And yeah, maybe also a bit of a drag sometimes for my sweetie. He’s a good sport and I love him for it.
That said, there are certain things that bug me because I suspect that if I didn’t do them, they would never get done. (Keep in mind we both work full-time).
If it weren’t for me:
- we would not have a record of all the changes in Peanut’s development, updated monthly
- family and mutual friends would never receive cards or gifts
- healthy, complete (i.e. with vegetables) homemade meals would be a rarity
- Peanut’s clothes would rarely match
- the washing, drying and putting-away of clothes would be far less regular
- stains would not be removed from clothes
- Peanut would be parented by pure instinct, rather than in combination with the advice of published experts