Co-parenting
I looked up the term…It generally applies to unwed folks bring up a child together. My ex and I are technically co-parenting Jack. Not married…having input in the rearing of the child.
I have started noticing, however, that there is a huge lack of co-parenting within a married home. I think Sarah and I do pretty well. Last week really brought that into focus. Sarah was in Tech week for her show, Merry Wives of Windsor, and I was alone in the evenings with the Binja. He has a 
nighttime routine. Eat, play, eat, play some more, splasha splash, lotion, brush teeth, to bed. Not hard..Unless he poops in the tube, then eww…
Side note: our dishwasher has a sanitize setting and his bath toys fit nicely into the top rack.
Although we missed the momma, he was happily asleep when she got home.
I am just amazed at how the old school gender roles are still alive today. By alive I mean like a rotting zombie…or Jon and Kate’s marriage… And it’s not really a generational thing. A co-worker’s daughter, who is not old enough to drink, has a little one. The husband really has that stoneage opinion that the woman should do what the woman is built to do…whatever the hell that means. She can’t even go to sork and trust that hubby is going to pick up the little one from grammy’s. And what is he doing while she works? “Stuff”
Stuff…really? I do stuff all the time…with my children. My wife can rely on me. If she couldn’t, my “stuff” would get put up on the shelf and not used until she could rely on me. (Sex reference)
Anyway. I just think we need to re-evaluate gender roles in the parenting world. Men, learn to do everything child related. She’s going to find something better anyway, and leave you homeless with a kid, trying to get an internship with Dean Witter…I watched “Pursuit of Happiness” this weekend.
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