I don’t think it is the dads having all the fun…
As primary caregiver for our first daughter until she was about eight, I have to say that it is the outlook that we approach the kiddos with. I see my wife as exactly as was described above- *I *just want to have a decent day, and get through and be alive, having been chill with the bebes and interacted with them, and had a decent time in general, simply sharing space- and/or playing with them if I get the chance. As long as the house isn’t on fire, and we got to eat enough to survive, no big deal.
My wife wants to be able to accomplish things, get the beds changed, the laundry washed, folded, and put away, dinner done and lunch packed for me and daughter 1 for the next day, the dishes done, the groceries put away just so, the changing table stocked right and each thing back in its place, pictures taken, emailed to the right people, and neat enough and clean, hair brushed, ready to look good to skype, and also find time to sleep with the child, as well as be able to make it to the park and/or starbucks.
Even her meals take fifth or sixth place to other things, and I will often come home at 6pm to find her making breakfast for herself, ten hours after she woke up and got out of bed. After getting up twice a night to feed…
I do love the babies, but personally I like the kiddos best at about 4 or five to about seven and eight years old, personally. They have words, meaning a functional vocabulary, and they are literate, and become greatly literate near the end of this period.
I think it is most interesting to be able to talk to them and explore the interesting things that they think and feel. The things are totally odd and each kid seems to invent their own way of looking at the world. They tend to develop an ego and want to lie somewhere around 7.5 or eight, and that gets really old really fast.
They will experiment with boundaries and such earlier, but the lies are laughable.
Then, later, the lies get painful, and horrible, with the kiddos lying about stupid things, and swearing that they did NOT laugh at that grown up joke (they were just coughing!) and even though they were sitting on the couch next to you when they laughed and laughed and laughed, they will go to bed without dinner rather than admit to doing something you watched, heard, and in some cases, videorecorded them doing… Sad.
Sad Sad Sad.
And they know how to hurt you with words, beginning at about the same time. The more you have been involved with the care, the less this tends to hurt, as they have been trying it from an early age- but they begin to be able to pinpoint weaknesses at this time.
Ouch.
But I love the little buggers anyway.