If you haven’t already, you should read Fed Up. It is about the disproportionate weight of emotional labor women are forced to take on. We’re expected to earn an income while also caring for our kids; we’re judged on our parenting style or if we elect not to have children; we have to keep a polite balancing act, asking nicely when something needs to be done around the house and not sounding like a nag, when in truth, the person we’re asking to do certain things should already get that dishes need to be put away and laundry needs to get moved over and we are not the only ones who can call to schedule a dental appointment for the kids. He can do it too. We shouldn’t have to ask. You live in the house too. For example, if you take a box down and put it in the middle of the floor and leave it there for me to trip on for three days — perhaps you should have the wherewithal to put it back instead of making me have to ask. That is an example from the book. It also covers how the language is misused to suggest certain things are automatically mom’s job. Like, “Let’s help mom clean up” (dad yelling up to the kids following a dinner she cooked). Um, mom didn’t make the whole of the mess, but she is somehow expected to clean it all up or ASK for help when it should be volunteered without question or argument. Instead, say, “Everyone come down and clean up” without suggesting the onus of the mess is the responsibility of mom or the woman of the house (sometimes a daughter or another female relative).