Over at Parentdish Canada I shared five double standards between moms and dads. This is a list I have slowly been compiling since I became a parent. At Parentdish I talk about the double standards for moms and dad’s on things like the ‘Honey-Do list’, weekends away and running errands. READ THE FULL POST HERE
But I think this might be an ongoing list as my kids get older….here are a couple more I’m adding to my list:
Mom has packed the family’s luggage for a weekend away. As they get to their destination Mom lays out everyone’s clothing for the day and everyone gets dressed into their designated items. Dad doesn’t much question the style choices made for him. He has learned it is acceptable for a woman to dress her man, after all she knows best!
One time Dad was taking Mom out for dinner. She got dressed in a pink blouse and maxi skirt. Without thought Dad blurted, ‘Oh, you are wearing that?’ To which Mom retorted, ‘Well what do you WANT me to wear?!’. Dad can either voice his vote for the black cocktail dress or opt for the more socially acceptable retraction of, ‘Honestly, nothing but a smile, but you look wonderful in that and I can’t wait to stare at you all night’. It is assumed that all of a man’s fashion choices for his woman are based on an internal frat boy rating of ‘hot or not’ and that he better keep them to himself.
Mom had a night out with the ladies. They jam-packed three board games, charades, appies, a candle party and dancing at the bar and into five hours. She is home by 11:59pm and she creeps quietly into a sleeping household. With her smoothest moves and whispers she wakes her husband for some midnight love and is met with a surprised smile.
Dad had a night out with the guys. They jam-packed a full game of golf, three platters of nachos, five pool games, burgers and drinking beers from twenty countries in eight hours. He knocks on the door at 2:47am because he can’t find his keys. The sight of his blurry-eyed wife in her stained housecoat triggers passionate emotions in him. He spends the next seventeen minutes loudly following her through the house professing his love for her. Then he realizes he’s hungry and asks her to make him a sandwich. She storms to bed and wakes in the morning to find him sleeping on the couch, tv on, he’s blanketed himself with a bathroom towel and has his hand in a bag of shredded cheese.
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