{"id":4007,"date":"2024-12-19T00:55:59","date_gmt":"2024-12-19T00:55:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/scenicwhispers.com\/?p=4007"},"modified":"2024-12-19T00:56:02","modified_gmt":"2024-12-19T00:56:02","slug":"my-husband-demanded-a-detailed-to-do-list-to-parent-our-daughter-he-got-one-but-with-a-little-surprise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/scenicwhispers.com\/archives\/4007","title":{"rendered":"My Husband Demanded a Detailed To-Do List to Parent Our Daughter \u2014 He Got One, but with a Little Surprise"},"content":{"rendered":"
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When my husband demanded a to-do list for parenting our daughter, I obliged, but there was a twist. The last item on that list left him speechless and transformed our family forever. Who knew a simple list could pack such a punch?\n

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Being a mom is tough, but it\u2019s even harder when your partner doesn\u2019t have your back. I never thought I\u2019d be in this situation, but here I am, fuming at my husband\u2019s irresponsibility as a father.\n\n

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A woman looking straight ahead\n\n\n

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I married Derrick four years ago and everything was perfect back then. We were happy and ready to start a family.\n

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I still remember how Derrick cried out of happiness when we found out I was pregnant.\n\n

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\u201cYou\u2019re going to be a great father, Derrick,\u201d I told him that day.\n\n

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\u201cAnd you\u2019ll be the best mother to our baby!\u201d he replied, smiling from ear to ear.\n

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A man talking to his wife\n\n\n

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That night, Derrick promised he\u2019d be there for me whenever I needed him. He said he\u2019d never leave me alone and would do everything to make me and our little one feel safe.\n\n

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But from the day Amelia was born, it was like he\u2019d forgotten all his promises about being an involved dad.\n\n

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At first, I cut him some slack.\n\n

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He was working while I was on maternity leave, so I figured he must be tired. I stopped expecting him to help with the baby care.\n\n

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A man sleeping in his bed\n\n\n

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It wasn\u2019t like he didn\u2019t love Amelia. He did.\n\n

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He\u2019d play with her and shower her with affection. But I was on my own when it came to the main tasks like feeding, changing diapers, and waking up in the middle of the night.\n\n

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I didn\u2019t really talk to Derrick about it until my maternity leave ended.\n\n

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\u201cDerrick, I need your help with Amelia now that I\u2019m going back to work,\u201d I said.\n\n

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He nodded and agreed, but his actions didn\u2019t match his words. He\u2019d do the bare minimum if I asked but never took initiative.\n\n

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A woman holding her baby\n\n\n

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Then came the day everything changed.\n\n

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It started like any other morning. I was brushing my teeth while Amelia sat in her high chair, watching her favorite show.\n\n

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I was running late and hoped Derrick would help get Amelia ready for daycare. But there he was, sprawled on the couch, scrolling through TikTok videos.\n\n

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I was annoyed. I was SO ANNOYED.\n\n

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I walked into the living room after rinsing my mouth and stood right in front of him.\n\n

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A woman standing in a living room\n\n\n

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\u201cWhy haven\u2019t you made Amelia\u2019s breakfast yet?\u201d I asked sternly.\n\n

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He looked at me like I\u2019d just asked him to recite the Declaration of Independence backward.\n\n

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\u201cI was waiting to ask you what to make,\u201d he said, shrugging.\n\n

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\u201cSeriously, Derrick?\u201d I spat. \u201cShe eats scrambled eggs every day before daycare. You\u2019ve seen me make them a hundred times!\u201d\n\n

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\u201cWell, you didn\u2019t say anything this morning,\u201d he retorted.\n\n

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That\u2019s when I lost it.\n\n

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\u201cDo I have to spell out every single thing for you? I\u2019m doing everything for our daughter. Changing her, packing her daycare bag, and brushing her teeth. And you? You\u2019re just existing!\u201d\n\n

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I thought he\u2019d realize his mistake and help me with the chores. Nope. He decided to argue with me.\n\n

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\u201cIf you want me to help, make me a list. Otherwise, I\u2019m not doing anything,\u201d he said.\n\n

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\u201cA list? Are you kidding me?\u201d I rolled my eyes. \u201cYou\u2019re her father, not an employee. Have you ever seen someone handing me a list? I know what she needs because I\u2019m her mother! You should too!\u201d\n\n

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\u201cMake a list, or I\u2019m out.\u201d\n\n

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I was so angry I could feel my face flushing red. But I knew there was no point in arguing further.\n\n

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So, I just made Amelia\u2019s breakfast, got her ready, and left for daycare and work without another word to Derrick.\n\n

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All day at work, I couldn\u2019t stop thinking about his demand for a list.\n\n

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Then, an idea struck me. If he wanted a list, I\u2019d give him one he\u2019d never forget.\n\n

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I grabbed a piece of paper and started writing. By the time I was done, I had a smile on my face. I folded the paper, tucked it into my bag, and went about my day.\n\n

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I picked Amelia up from daycare in the evening and headed back home. I knew it was going to be an interesting night.\n\n

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When Derrick got home that evening, I was sitting in the living room, ready to show him the list I\u2019d made.\n\n

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\u201cHey, I\u2019ve got something for you,\u201d I said, trying to keep my voice casual.\n\n

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He looked curious as he settled on the couch.\n\n

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\u201cReally?\u201d he asked. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d\n\n

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That\u2019s when I pulled out the folded paper and handed it to him with a smile.\n\n

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\u201cHere\u2019s that list you wanted.\u201d\n\n

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He unfolded it, looking confused at first. Then his eyes widened as he read.\n\n

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7:00 a.m.: Change her diaper (Make sure to use the right size, not the smaller ones in the other drawer)\n\n

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7:05 a.m.: Prepare breakfast (Scrambled eggs on daycare days. You know this.)\n\n

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7:15 a.m.: Clean and fill daycare bottles (She\u2019ll need them for both milk and water, don\u2019t forget to clean them afterward)\n\n

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7:20 a.m.: Brush her teeth (Just like you brush your own. Use the tiny toothbrush in the bathroom cabinet)\n\n

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7:30 a.m.: Get her dressed (Her clothes are in the drawer, the ones labeled \u2018Daycare outfits\u2019)\n\n

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A child\u2019s clothes in a wardrobe\n\n\n

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7:35 a.m.: Pack her daycare bag (Diapers, wipes, an extra outfit, and her favorite toy)\n\n

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7:45 a.m.: Put her in the car (And make sure she has her shoes on, please)\n\n

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8:00 a.m.: Drop her off at daycare (Address is the same. You\u2019ve been there before)\n\n

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He looked up at me, but I just nodded for him to keep reading.\n\n

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A man looking up, shocked\n\n\n

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The list continued:\n\n

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12:00 p.m.: Pick her up from daycare (Don\u2019t be late. You know how much she hates waiting)\n\n

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12:15 p.m.: Change her diaper (By now, it\u2019ll definitely need it)\n\n

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12:30 p.m.: Prepare lunch (She loves those little veggie pouches, but maybe mix it up with some real food)\n\n

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1:00 p.m.: Playtime (She needs mental stimulation, not just screen time. Take her outside if the weather\u2019s good)\n\n

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2:00 p.m.: Nap time (Good luck getting her down without her favorite stuffed animal)\n\n

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A little girl sleeping\n\n\n

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4:00 p.m.: Snack time (Cut-up fruits or crackers work. No sugary junk)\n\n

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5:30 p.m.: Prepare dinner (Something soft she can chew. Don\u2019t forget her bib)\n\n

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6:00 p.m.: Bath time (Be careful, she loves to splash. Keep the water warm but not too hot)\n\n

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7:00 p.m.: Bedtime routine (Brush her teeth again, read her a story, and put her to sleep)\n\n

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And then, at the very end of the list, the final line:\n\n

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Final task: Pay child support.\n\n

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Derrick\u2019s face went pale.\n\n

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A man looking straight ahead, shocked\n\n\n

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\u201cWh-What does that mean?\u201d he stammered, looking up at me. \u201cChild support?\u201d\n\n

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I took a deep breath and replied calmly, \u201cIf you want me to give you a step-by-step guide for raising our daughter, I\u2019ll happily do it, but as a co-parent. You see if we\u2019re living in the same house, you\u2019re her father, and I shouldn\u2019t have to spoon-feed you every single thing that needs to be done. I\u2019ll write lists for a divorced parent, not for a husband.\u201d\n\n

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Derrick was silent. He didn\u2019t know what to say.\n\n

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I could see the wheels turning in his head as the reality of the situation sank in. I wasn\u2019t angry anymore, just tired. Tired of feeling like a single parent in a two-parent household.\n\n

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Finally, Derrick folded the list and set it down on the coffee table.\n\n

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\u201cI get it,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I\u2019m so sorry for being absent. I know I should\u2019ve been more involved from the start.\u201d\n\n

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Those words were like a dam breaking. We talked for hours that night. I\u2019m sure that was the first time we REALLY TALKED since Amelia was born.\n\n

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We discussed our expectations, our fears, and our hopes for our family.\n\n

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That\u2019s when Derrick admitted he felt overwhelmed and unsure about being a dad, which was why he\u2019d been so hands-off. Meanwhile, I shared how lonely and frustrated I\u2019d been because of his absence.\n\n

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\u201cI never meant to make you feel like you were in this alone,\u201d Derrick said, taking my hand. \u201cI want to be a good dad, I really do. I just\u2026 I guess I didn\u2019t know where to start.\u201d\n\n

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\u201cYou start by showing up,\u201d I told him. \u201cBy being present and willing to learn. That\u2019s all I\u2019ve wanted from you.\u201d\n\n

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I\u2019m glad to admit that things have changed since that night. Derrick has stepped up in ways I never imagined.\n\n

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He gets up for night feedings, mastered the art of diaper changing, and even instituted a weekly \u201cDaddy-Daughter Day\u201d where he takes Amelia out for special time together.\n\n

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The list wasn\u2019t just a wake-up call for Derrick. It was a turning point for our whole family.\n\n

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We learned to communicate better, to share the load, and to appreciate each other\u2019s efforts.\n\n

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Now, when I see Derrick reading bedtime stories to Amelia or teaching her how to build block towers, my heart swells with love and gratitude.\n\n

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In the end, I have a message for all moms out there feeling like they\u2019re doing it all alone. Please don\u2019t be afraid to speak up. Please tell your partner what you really feel.\n\n

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Sometimes, all it takes is a wake-up call to turn things around. Your partner might surprise you once you tell them what you expect from your relationship.\n\n

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And if they don\u2019t? Well, then you\u2019ll know where you stand, and you can make decisions accordingly.\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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