If it weren't for me

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