Double Standard

So I get home and the little one is sitting in front of the television. Not an odd thing but she normally runs over to me when I get home but no big deal. So I change my clothes and get relaxed and she hugs me and I feel her head. Is she burning up? I mean I just came from outside so maybe it was me. Well, I got the thermometer and what popped up? One zero what? 101? So I showed this to the person who had her most of the day (no names being used as to protect the innocent) and her jaw dropped. So I laid her down and gave her some medication and she took a nap. My issue with this is that no one noticed and if the roles were reversed I would have been looked upon like I was the worst father ever. It's a double standard when it comes to raising a child. If I leave a wet diaper on I get that mean look and get sent for a timeout. In contrast she is allowed an excuse or even worse the privilege of me just accepting it because why fight it? Mothers aren't perfect and fathers are just as flawed but allow us to learn and share because this is a a joint venture.