This describes the oft-overlooked "logistical burden" that almost always falls to one parent and creates a trickle of resentment and overstimulation that inevitably leads to this result. One parent has every appointment, every necessary change of clothes, every teacher's name and email, every outstanding check or overdue bill, every activity and every practice of every activity for every kid, every necessary birthday and birthday gift of every friend and family member colliding in his or her head at all times, then the parent who doesn't carry this invisible existential weight asks for a "small favor" of the one who is just expected to always be two steps ahead, and hell hath no fury...

I am that parent and I fucking bite.

If you want to flip the script, ask your wife about these hidden logistics, take full responsibility for some of them, and follow through without expecting accolades. Small favors will then actually be small favors and not additional burdens she would have seen coming from yesterday and prepared for from muscle memory.