I pick up the #kids from school, take them to the park where I play with them and give them their afternoon snack, take them home, keep them busy for a while, bathe them in turns, prepare and give them dinner, clear up the kitchen a bit, brush their teeth, prepare a baby bottle, read them a story in bed and get them to sleep. And at the time of writing these lines they are still alive. (My wife has a long work day plus some appointments today — other times it's the other way around, of course.)

After all that I feel superhuman.

I'm not asking for a medal or anything: this is my responsibility, and I chose this life.

But it makes me realise that in spite of all my complaints about modern #feminism (and boy do I have some complaints about modern feminism) and my tireless defence of men and fathers, it's clear that

#MUMS ARE FUCKING AWESOME, AND THEY HAVE BEEN AWESOME FOR MILLENNIA.

Much respect.