Life’s Not Fair

My husband and I have had our share of "discussions" about the division of labour involved with raising kids. My strong desire to always have everything fair and just means that in an ideal world, we would add up all the hours spent working for a living and at home and split everything straight down the middle. But of course that can’t happen, and I am reminded of my “mad scientist” 7th grade teacher passionately declaring to us whiny 12-year-olds “Life’s NOT fair.” And so my hubby and I have negotiated a settlement that works for our family. He logs massive hours at work and commuting but benefits from a rewarding and challenging career, complete with adult conversation. I have been spit up and pooped on thousands of times and haven’t had an uninterrupted night’s sleep in four years, but I get the lion’s share of the hugs, cuddles, stories and giggles. So it is true – life is not fair. And I wouldn’t change it for anything.