I am a fat mum in leggings who reads the daily fail, works and feeds her child McDonalds. I'm a sad failure as a parent for sure. My poor child, despite my efforts, is somehow turning out to be clever and confident, but I'm sure that's just because her baby-churning nursery factory was a bit better than most of the baby-churning nursery factories that you can find out there. I am sobbing as I sit reflecting on my failure as a mother. He dad, on the other hand, has never once considered giving up work in exchange for caring duties. He is, though, the main breadwinner. I can't win as much bread as him so I bow to his natural superiority as a parent. I'm just off to polish my hooves and horns and put in my blue contacts so my red rimmed devil spawn eyeballs don't freak out the rabbits. How could your view be seen as unreasonable OP :(