Different sides of the same war

Some days being a mom is only half the challenge, and the other half is dealing with your husband.
I am so grateful to have one when he is around to help and support me, especially now, because many days he is out of town for work. When a husband and wife insert a child in their life, funny things happen, one of which being that THE HUSBAND ACTUALLY HAS THE NERVE TO QUESTION THE MOM. THE FULL TIME MOM.
"Did you change her diaper today"
"Has she eaten today?"
"She is so dirty, when was her last bath?"
"Have you seen this diaper rash? How could you have not seen this diaper rash?"

Those are just some of my favorites. My husband and I have learned to deal with these miscommunications little by little, but I have to share a funny one from a friend.

After she, the MOM, put her 1 1/2 year old boy to bed, the DAD heard some unusual chattiness over the baby monitor. When DAD went to check him, the little chatter box was standing at the door waiting for him, having completed his first Olympic out-of-the-crib dismount. In this case, the DAD's first reaction was to suggest that the MOM forgot to put boy in his crib while putting him to bed.

I hope my friend does not mind that I shared this. It captures the point I am trying to make about how parents fumble around so much with this child rearing thing, that we start to think with the rationalization skills of a toddler. In this case, the little boy did not get hurt, like so many children on their first attempt at crib climbing. Perfect story: a good laugh and no one hurt. Except DAD may have been punched by MOM.