It sounds pretty cush.
If you're standing right next to the sink, The Kids blow right past you, going to the other end of the house to ask MOM for a drink.
If you want to take a shower, The Kids let you take a shower.
If The Kids get hurt, they scream for MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
If you get sick, you get to wallow in bed. MOM's there to let you. Whereas if MOM gets sick, DAD goes to work like every other day.
If The Kids want help wiping a poopy butt, they request MOM.
MOM is the preferential meat-cutter.
MOM is the first and foremost fight-breaker-upper.
MOM is the book reader.
MOM is the tooth brusher.
DAD just gets to play.
But then, when The Kids want to cuddle? Who do they go to?