Setting: Home, Working Momma's day off.
SAHD is in kitchen, prepping dinner.
WM (from baby's room across house): Honey, can you come here? The diaper thingy's full!
Back in the kitchen, after changing the bag thingy and throwing out the sack of diapers.
SAHD (chopping garlic): Sweetie, remind me, I gotta show you how to change the bags in the diaper thingy.
WM (smiling sweetly): But honey, that's a daddy job. I'm the mommy.
SAHD (avoids chopping off his fingers): Let me take a break from cooking dinner and wipe my hands on this dishtowel that I just washed in the laundry so we can have this conversation. What do you do, again?
WM (smiling sweetly): I'm the mommy. I got boobs, babe. Do you got milk coming out of your nipples?
SAHD: No, but I have a blog.
Seriously though, reader The Queen's Dad gave me a link to an interesting SAHD website/bulletin board, particularly a thread on SAHD burn-out after he read my little existential-angst-on-my-birthday post on my solo blog. I so do not have it bad in any way, shape or form—some of these brothers seem to be married to reincarnations of stereotypes of dads from the 1950s in women's bodies. Any SAHDs, or even non-SAHDs, have stories out there about butting up against gender roles, especially ones that are Asian-culture-based?