Mom vs. Dad: The Great Parenting Hypocrisy
- Aruneeta Srivastava
- Apr 2
- 2 min read
By: A Tired Mom Who Clearly Needs More Chocolate
Ah, parenting. That magical journey where you swear you’ll raise organic, screen-free, sugar-averse geniuses… until reality (and your spouse) laughs in your face.
Here’s the deal: I spend my days carefully curating my child’s existence like a Pinterest board titled "Perfect Childhood (No Screens, No Sugar, No Fun)." Meanwhile, my husband parents like he’s on a permanent weekend vacation.
My Parenting Approach:
Screen Time? "Only educational content! And only 17.5 minutes per day!"
Sugar? "Here’s an organic Spinach-apple muffin that tastes like regret."
Junk Food? "We don’t even say the word ‘Lays’ in this house."
Dad’s Parenting Approach:
Screen Time? "Here’s my phone, kid. Watch unboxing videos for three hours."
Sugar? "Let’s have ice cream for breakfast—don’t tell Mom."
Junk Food? "Sure, eat the entire bag of chips. What’s a ‘balanced meal’?"
The Great Betrayal
Every time I leave the house for literally five minutes, I return to find my child:
Covered in neon cheese dust.
Glued to a tablet playing "Minecraft but with Explosions."
High-fiving Dad over a secret stash of gummy bears.
Me: "What happened to our no-screen, no-sugar rules??"Him: "I dunno, she looked sad."
Why Does Dad Get to Be the Fun One?
Because while I’m busy worrying about developmental milestones and vegetable intake, Dad’s
over here like: "Life’s short, eat the cookie."
And the worst part? My child now looks at me like I’m the Wicked Witch of the West when I say "No, you can’t have a third popsicle," while Dad gets greeted like a rockstar for handing out Oreos like they’re concert tickets.
The Conclusion (Because I’m Too Tired to Keep Writing)
At this point, I’ve accepted that my husband will forever be the "cool parent" while I play the role of "mean mom who makes you eat carrots." But hey, at least one of us is keeping this child alive past age 2.
So here’s to all the moms out there fighting the good fight—while Dad turns the living room into a movie theater and serves nachos for dinner.
The struggle is real, but at least it’s hilarious.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go hide the phone before my husband "accidentally" leaves it in the toddler’s crib again.
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