I love my husband very, very much. I can't stand the way he co-parents. It took me a long time to admit it. First, I'm a woman and he's a man. We know, fundamentally, we are different, but it's the, I'm always the strict one, and he's always the nice, good guy one. He comes home and he plays, and I'm always the mean one. It took me a long time to get over it. Here's what actually got me over it: One day, I was watching him playing with our children jumping on the bed, seething with anger because it was five minutes before bedtime and he was riling them up. I thought for a second, they need me. They need the discipline, but they need the fun too, and together we're better parents to them. I try and remember that when I'm trying to make him be a better parent, that this is for my kids. I partner with this guy that I love dearly, but sometimes I want to strangle. He's a great parent to my children, just a different parent than me. That's why God gave my children both of us.