What is it with kids?
I'll say now that my husband is a wonderful daddy. Perhaps even the best they'll ever have. But it's flipping ungrateful of them to overlook the fact that he might well forget to feed them anything but biscuits.
However, as much as I'd love to say that I am the best parent (of the two of us, not necessarily in the world) I have to concede that there are a number of things that daddy is far better at than I...
I confess, I am no good at playing. I try, I'm just not a natural and I really don't enjoy it. I can sing and read stories, and I can't wait until they're older and we can do crafting and gardening and things that I actually quite enjoy. But sitting on the floor (uncomfortable, right?) playing Happyland, or jigsaws, or any number of games that no one apart from the toddler knows the rules to, is like having teeth pulled to me.
Daddy is brilliant at playing. I think it comes from basically being a large child himself.
I am not a particularly shouty mum, although I do say 'f!cksake' under my breath about a hundred times a day, but I have my moments. When my iPhone met the water table the toddler was very lucky that I had a friend over to stop me screaming 'Oh god WHHHYYY??' over and over. I was not happy.
Getting a fussy toddler to eat
Preparing and cleaning up after six meals and countless snacks each day, I'm slightly less than excited about the whole process. If they don't want to eat whatever I've lovingly plated up my go to response is eating it myself and giving them a banana, whereas daddy has endless patience for the 'is that MY dinner you're eating?' game which is the only way the toddler will currently consider eating vegetables.
I spend ages making sure we have everything. Nappies, wipes, drinks, jumpers, snacks, spare outfits, dummies, bibs, things with which to entertain the children in case of an unexpected two minute wait somewhere... Some days it takes so long to get ready that by the time everything is assembled, and both kids have had a last minute poo (of course) then the place we are going has closed.
He doesn't even look in the bag and assumes that everything he needs is in there. If it isn't, he just buys it. I don't know why I can't be more like this really. There would be more hours in my day.
Taking the kids out to lunch
My husband recently took both children out for food on his own in order to let mummy get on with some important jobs (and have a bath). Upon leaving, a middle aged woman ran up to him and said she just had to tell him what a good job he was doing.
I don't even know why I put myself through this most evenings. If daddy happens to be home early though, or at the weekends, he seems to be adept at making the experience fun as opposed to traumatic.
... probably not. And I'll certainly never be any good at Lego.