When I was growing up I have fond memories of my dad being very involved in mine and my brothers lives.
I remember him making us breakfast every morning before school. I remember him making us lunch too (hence the reason I now can't eat butter on my bread...yuuuuuugh.) but bless his heart..he really did try.
I remember him helping with getting myself and my brother to school.
I remember him, every morning without fail, checking my mothers car in the morning - the water, oil. Even up to pulling her car out of the driveway. I remember him always taking my moms car to be filled with petrol.
This has shaped my opinions and beliefs as to what the role of the husband and father should be in the home.
I expect J NOT to sleep until 6.20 when I have to leave by 6.30
I expect help getting my children ready in the mornings.
I expect J to NOT play tennis for two hours every evening during suicide hour when bathing both kids, homework and dinner and is on the agenda for that time.
I expect J to help me with the transporting of the kids too and from school and not to be asked "why must I make sacrifices by helping to drop the kids off"
Am I expecting too much???