Do you keep score?

You know what I mean - with your husband. Do you keep a running tally of who does what; who did the laundry; who carpooled to the endless soccer games; who went out more last month; who earns the most money? 

Erica Jong’s name may ring a bell. She wrote Fear of Flying in 1973 and put into words what many women of the '60s were thinking about the stifling stereotypes of being a ‘good wife and mother’.

Recently, Jong has been making news for taking on this generation of mothers, admonishing us for losing ourselves in motherhood. In the Wall Street Journal last year, she wrote how attachment parenting was imprisoning women in motherhood and coined the term: "motherphilia".

Brad and Angelina tell the kids they are going "off to kiss" to get some (assumingly) naked private time. And, according to Pitt in an interview, the kids respond with an appropriate "Ewwww, gross."

Most parents aren't as forthcoming with their kids. Some kiss openly in front of the kids, others don't even do that. But to tell your kids that you and dad are going to go kiss behind a closed door? I don't think so. And I'm not shy. My husband and I will give each other a good, open-mouth kiss in front of a kid-sized audience once in a while to a chorus of "ewwwws".

The mom sidled up to me in the playground: "I wanted to ask you, I was wondering if you had a list of sitters I could use? Simon has never had a babysitter."

Simon is eight. I feel bad for Simon and his parents who have never had a night out without depending on the largess of family members. What a long time.

Other people have told me the same story, many of them with pride: their kids have never been looked after by anyone other than a family member. And you know what I say? That's too bad, what a lot of missed opportunities.

Lucky 13. Yesterday, was my 13th wedding anniversary. We didn't do much, life gets in the way sometimes. But I still appreciate that every year deserves a nod of appreciation (well, I actually think it deserves more than that but my husband isn't that kind of guy and I've decided to accept that.) Because marriage is hard, and as I said last year it's a decision you decide to make everyday.

Little Miss Mocha wrote a much nicer marriage post (our anniversaries are one day apart) and I appreciated her sentiments that loving your children is simple but your relationship with your spouse is more...complicated.

Professional museum curators are probably cleaning and preserving the most famous wedding dress in the world right now. Kate Middleton's lace gown has to last in perpetuity so it can be on display at a museum for young girls to fantasize over, long after my daughter is grown.

Meanwhile, my dress is in a cardboard box, professionally cleaned and folded with a plastic viewing window. It’s kind of creepy really. My mother just forced me to remove it from the back of her closet and place it into the back of my own.

My 5-year-old daughter wanted to rub her grubby hands all over it, but I was wary of pulling it out of its chemical shrine. I’m not sure what I’m waiting for. I know that she won’t wear it for her big day but for some reason I can’t take it out of the box and disturb all the memories and hopes that lie there with it.

A friend who runs an ad agency told me that she figured out the secret of women who head up companies: stay-at-home husbands.

She says that when she is with other female CEOs, Presidents and the like, they all admit to husbands at home. It would be impossible to do her job, have kids and a life without her hubby at home managing it all, she says.

But unlike the men at the top and their trophy wives, househusbands are not an open topic of discussion -- yet. Though, this article from Marie Claire asks the question if househusbands are the ultimate accessory for successful women.

There are things that I don't write about in this space. Things that I can't tell even my closest friends. They are the fleeting thoughts, little confessions about being a mom and a wife that usually disappear in an instant. I know you have them too.

Parenting and marriage aren't easy states to live in, we make mistakes, we hurt people and we think hurtful things. Sometimes we only need to read someone else's dark thoughts to feel a little less alone, sometimes confessing our sins makes the load a little lighter,

The Internet has become our online confessional booth, so much so that there is now an "App for that". But if you don't have an iPhone, there are numerous anonymous sites that allow you to unload your darkest feelings and thoughts in the hopes that you will feel a little better, a little more able to carry on through the day.

People's confessions are a reflection of the tiny and large emotions that we carry through our day. Some confessions are about the little things: how a wife hates her husband's morning breath, in others you can hear the betrayal, the anger and the confusion. Mothers saying how they feel alone, or favour one child, or feel bad because they forgot to pack their kids lunch.

So where can you go if you want confess a bad wife or bad mom moment?

My husband and I were just finishing up a nice dinner with friends at a restaurant when the bill arrived. My husband tossed in his credit card while the other couple started at each other: "Is it my turn or yours?" asked the husband. "I think it's mine," she answered and tossed in her credit card.

My husband and I were taken aback by the discussion. This couple has been together for 20 years, married for 15, they have three kids and seem like a happy and unified couple. Could it be possible that they have seperate bank accounts?

Did you see the episode of Mordern Family last week? When the kids walk in on their parents, Claire and Phil, as Phil says: "having sex"? (Clair's response is: "That's not a euphemism, Phil.")

It was horribly hilarious. Because it is something we parents fear, and something the kid in us fears when it comes to our own parents. I don't think the ick factor ever goes away.