When I start getting aggravated about being the only one doing housework, cooking, and primary care for DD, for the most part, I stop and think. I think about how tired my husband is from working 2 jobs, how he doesn't even know when he's going to plan Sunday's adult sunday school lesson, and how exhausting it must be to be up and physically working from 4am till 10 at night. How when he comes home between jobs to eat, he still spends a little time playing with DD, and how he picks her up when he gets home a lays down with her, just to hold her a little. Changes my attitude, every time.