It's not fair that my kids say, "Mommy, can you get me..." instead of "Daddy..."
It's not fair that when Peace poops and Vernon is holding her, he comes up to me and says, "Peace pooped," and I end up changing the diaper. When I'm holding Peace and she poops, I never go up to Vernon to tell him that she pooped and expect him to change it.
It's not fair that when I'm sick, I still have to spend the day watching kids, whereas, when Vern is sick, he gets to stay home by himself all day sleeping and watching Harry Potter.
It's not fair that every time I sit down somebody wants to suck on my nipples.
It's not fair that the one time I ask Vern to make supper for us, it feels like I'm putting him out, but I make meals for us all the time and nobody cares.
It's not fair that I have to schedule a time to get a shower in, and it is just assumed that Vernon can do it whenever the hell he feels like it.
It's not fair that I have to pick up most of the time because my threshold for clutter is lower than his.
It's not fair that it is assumed that I am the one in charge of planning any and all of our kids' birthday parties.
It's not fair that I am doing 50 million things for the kids already, but I also have to remember and remind Vernon to do simple things because otherwise he forgets.
It's not fair that when Vernon comes home, Peace's smiles and reaches to be held by him, but when I come home, she looks at me and cries because she remembers that she is not with me.
It's not fair that I have to ask Vernon to do things ("Vernon, could you do the dishes?" "Vernon, could you wash the diapers?" "Vernon?" "Vernon?" "Vernon?"), because I need help, but yet all that asking makes me seem like a nagging wife and I don't know WANT to be a nagging wife, but I don't know how else to do it.
The standard. It's doubled. I get that.
And that's not fair either.