I think that my wife does a wonderful job in all areas but I often wish she possessed the same type of patience that I do. I tend to relate to our boys better, especially when it comes to how they deal with emotional issues. I often know exactly what they are going through and why they are sometimes behaving the way they do. I tend to sympathize first, then resolve issues instead of throwing my hands in the air and yelling. The only other issue of contention is diet. We were raised very differently when it comes to how much candy/desserts kids should have access to. I'm the Sugar Nazi in the house and she's Willy Wonka.

My husband is great with our daughter and we keep each other in check. It's never good when we're both out of patience, but we try to balance. I like that he sneaks Cheetos with her in the basement and then they both are covered in orange dust like co-conspirators. I love that my husband is blissfully unaware of 'mompetition' and I think he appreciates that I try my best and do what's right for our daughter, rather than worrying about what other moms think.

I think Robert has hit it right on the mark! My husband is much more patient with our kids than I am, and I think we balance each other well. He's the more fun, more spontaneous parent, and I'm the one who keeps the household running and makes sure the kids get to bed at a reasonable hour. And in our household, I'm the Sugar Nazi and he's Willy Wonka.

As a stay-at-home dad, I'd like my wife to realize that come the weekend, when she can be home, a little 'alone' time for me would be nice. Her first inclination is always for us to do something together as a family. I can't fault her for that, but she doesn't seem to grasp the idea that I've been with the kids all day, every day, all week, and come Saturday, it's possible I'd like a few hours alone. Selfish? Maybe, but it helps preserve my sanity ...