The Boy Bell Curve

Warning: To begin, this post may be an overgeneralization and may offend some people.  Secondly there may be some whining involved so cue the violin and crack open the cheese.

I am sure many of you have faced by the good old bell curve.  You know the one where you are compared to your peers and not necessarily graded on a set of criteria.  If you were in the top 7% of your class and got the A, grading on the curve may not have been too bad. But if you came out in the middle, you may have only received a C and the bell curve may have been less than satisfactory.

During a conversation that Captain Canada and I had the other night, he thinks there should be a boy bell curve and when compared with his peers, he strongly believes he would be in the top of his class.

I  We were talking about the double standard that exists between men and woman, working outside the home and working inside the home.

Exhibit A: After a full day of work outside the home on an evening that Captain Canada works late, I come home and put on the t.v. entertain the children, make dinner, bath the kids and put them to bed.  After that I will generally clean up the kitchen, make lunches for the next day and do a bit of laundry and after that sit down for a little down time.  To be fair Captain Canada has a longer work day, so by the time he gets home he is pretty dead to the world.

Exhibit B:  On my day off, I feel pressure (that I put on myself) to do fun things with the kids, get through some laundry and a small amount of housework and make a nice dinner.  On Captain Canada's day off he does fun things with the kids and often unloads the dishwasher and tidies up around the house.  He claims to be allergic to doing laundry and his idea of making dinner means that he will drive to Dominoes instead of having it delivered.

Many of these expectations I put on myself.  I recognize that.  But I don't want to do these tasks on weekends when I could be spending time with my family.  Swimming, skating, Science World, the possibilities are endless.

This is how our conversation ended:

C.C. "Sweetie, I don't think you should be comparing me to you.  I think you should be comparing me to other husbands and fathers.  Relative to my peers, I am pretty awesome."

Me:  "What is this a boy bell curve?'

C.C. "Exactly"

So how do you feel about the boy bell curve?
Any double standards at your house?