I think the thing is that we are what we are - in her case, "her father with ovaries" - and whether we work or not makes no difference to that.
Some women are just effortlessly patient, caring, tolerant, kind, imaginative etc etc mothers and some - like the writer of this piece, and me - aren't.
My kids are grown-ish now and are confident, mostly happy people, not too damaged or twitchy (I hope ), but I so identified with her:
"Where my kids are concerned, I am volatile but deeply sentimental, like my father. I keep locks of their hair, a drawer full of their drawings. And as they sleep, I kneel beside their beds in atonement for my sins, press my nose to their sweaty, blond heads and ask forgiveness for my take-no-prisoners parenting style."
I was like that too when my older ones were little (and I was a full-time SAHM...) and I wish I could go back and do it all again properly - but as I would still be the same person (and I do still explode on occasion) would it make any difference?
We all do the best we can - try to be "good-enough parents" - some of us are better at it than others, that's all. As long as they feel secure and know we love them they should turn out OK. It is sad to feel that you should be less cross about things like Vaseline in rugs or crumpled sheets but maybe men-with-ovaries have other gifts to bring to motherhood?