There are a lot of things I praise my husband for: his ability to cook our family mouth-watering foods (that may or may not be responsible for my inability to lose the “baby” weight), his baffling ability to fold T-shirts better than a Gap employee, and his patience with wriggling, hyper children hellbent on resisting bath time.
But there’s one area of parenting that I refuse to praise him for — taking our offspring out in public by himself.
It never ceases to amaze me how differently my husband and I are treated while out and about with the fruit of our loins. Whereas I am openly judged, questioned, or ignored, my husband has a virtual red carpet rolled out for him on the (admittedly) rare occasions he dares venture out in public with our kids.
Must be nice.