Gwen rants so I don’t have to. Topic is romance novels, Christian and not.
But here’s my rant: Parenting, marriage, and yes, NFP literature that sets up ideal-husband jobs. As if the measure of a man were whether he wrote down your temperature for you every morning. (No, really honey, just go
yell at kindly remind the kids to make themselves breakfast, I’ll write down my own temp, thanks. In this nice quiet room AWAY from the noisy people.)
A major moment for us in the first weeks of parenting, was the discovery that TWO sleep-deprived parents was a very, very bad idea. Much better for ONE parent (the lactating one) to be up all night with young Mr. Screechy. The other adult could thus be rational and productive during daylight hours, and provide actual useful help. Do you really want pointers on how to change a diaper at 3 AM? No. Better not to have the spouse “helping out” at that time.
[In our marriage. Maybe some couples prefer the share the duty. For us, it was a recipe for colicky grow-ups.]
I don’t mind helpful ideas. I am forever indebted to the Mother’s Rule of Life lady for teaching me to get the coffee-maker set up the night before. Not that I am organized enough to do that, but at least now I know. But all this “a good husband would . . .” or a “a good wife should . . .” just sets the stage for smoldering resentment.
Ahem. And this has nothing to do with how I forgot my anniversary. Again. And the boy’s birthday as well. It’s a busy month. I made dinner for people, that’s pretty good, right?
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