The other week I was in the village without the kids when I bumped into a friend. When she asked me where the kids were, and I told her that they were at home with my husband, her immediate response was some sort of funny joke about ‘how useless Dads are at coping with the kids!’ I annoyingly found myself, without even thinking about it, responding with some sort of joke agreement!
However, in fact my husband is far from useless and is awesome with the kids. We are both very different personalities and have our clear strengths and roles, like he is super patient when parenting our kids with poor attitudes, and I can handle poo, vomit and that kind of thing better. (Bless him; he gags so easily, that he can’t even change code-brown nappies without chucking!)
But why do we paint men as useless, befuddled idiots whenever…
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