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