Mutha Magazine __exclusive__ -

Welcome to default parenthood. It’s not a title you campaign for. It’s a slow, insidious coup where one day you wake up and realize you are the only person in your household who knows the Wi-Fi password, the children’s clothing sizes, the name of the weird rash, and that the air filter needs changing.

So tonight, when my husband asks, “What’s for dinner?” I’m going to try something radical. I’m going to say, “I don’t know. What are you making?” mutha magazine

My husband walked into the bathroom and asked, “Hey, what’s the plan for dinner?” Welcome to default parenthood