Mom’s Day verses Dad’s Day

It is yet another busy Saturday, and like any family with kids my husband and I have a chaotic day ahead of us. Usually, we divide and conquered our tasks in order to get everything done. And this particular Saturday is no different. We will both spend the majority of the day taking the kids to their different activities, and will then meet up for a nice quiet dinner together. Except, as we go through the list of tasks and divide up the day, I realize I will hardly have a moment to breath. My husband, on the other hand, will have a leisurely Saturday enjoying the kids, catching up with friends and watching basketball. And so, we begin to debate this inequity as we get dressed. I am desperately trying to get him to recognize how frantic my day will actually be. 10:30: Get our 12-year-old son to services for his friend’s Bar Mitzvah. Sit through the services. 12:30: Services end. Rush home to drop him off and pick up our daughter. Call her on the way home to make sure she is dressed, has eaten, and is ready to leave as soon as I get home. 1:00: Arrive at home. Quickly slip out of my clothes and put on running shoes. 1:30: Leave the house with our daughter.   Strategically place the birthday gift for my husband to take with him later today. Cross my fingers that he doesn’t forget to take the gift. 2:00: Arrive with our daughter for her MRI appointment. Yes, I actually found a facility that is open on Saturdays. 3:00: Leave the MRI...