I love my parenting partner, to be sure, but there are more than a few moments when he drives me absolutely bananas. While 99 percent of the time we're pretty much in sync, for at least five minutes (every single day, mind you) I realize there are things I love to hate about my parenting partner, too. From his inability to pick a suitable outfit for our daughter, to his ability to sleep through anything, he's definitely been dangerously close to pushing me off the deep end on a number of occasions.
For example, as we were getting ready for the day this morning — scrambling around and trying to get the toddler dressed, fed, and out the door — I asked my husband to grab me a few hair ties so I could wrangle our daughter's hair into a pony before we left. No response. I asked again. Still crickets. Turns out he was outside throwing away a diaper because, for some reason I probably will never understand, he hates our diaper genie. He went on an outside, slow-going journey to our garbage can, while I was left inside and in the trenches. Alone. If I could count up all the minutes he wastes insisting on bringing the diapers outside, I could take a week off work. Yes, I'm serious.
Parenting with someone is, for the most part, like having a really uppity business partner who gets to have at least 50 percent control of your company at all times. It's a wonderful experience and provides you with a certain kind of intimacy, but it's also an exercise in patience and letting things go on a daily basis. So, yes, I love my partner dearly, I'm so thankful we're raising our daughter together, and I've simply come to realize that the things I love to hate about him are just part of the package deal.