I really am hating my husband right now. Yes, I know that this feeling will pass-I love him, he loves me - but at the moment, I am so angry that little billows of steam should be shooting out of my ears.

David promised me that he'd find an orthodontist for our ten-year-old daughter, Emily, after her dentist warned that she might end up losing a couple of her adult teeth if we didn't get her in treatment soon. Since I was facing a work crunch and had more than my share of household and child care tasks, I'd asked David if he'd do the research to find an orthodontist and then ferry Emily to whatever appointments were necessary. He agreed.

Okay, maybe he had agreed a little reluctantly, and I had pressured him a bit (I do so much around here, can't you just do this?). But given that David is the son of a dentist and knows the difference between an incisor and a canine and has a genuine interest in such issues as whether palate expanders need to be removable, I figured he was better suited for this task anyway. Maybe, I reasoned, he'd even get enthused about handling it.

It's weeks later, though, and David admits he hasn't made a single call.

"But I sent you an email yesterday and you said you'd do it that day. What happened? Why didn't you do it? You said you were going to do it!" I say.

"I forgot," he bristles. "You know it's not so easy for me to make calls during my work day!"

"But I reminded you yesterday and you said you'd do it then," I repeated. I'd also reminded him six times before, but who's counting? "I even sent you a list of a few orthodontists and phone numbers. Why say you are going to do it if you're not going to do it?"

"I am going to do it. This week."

"You've been saying that for weeks! Why can't you just do this one thing? Emily's teeth are going to be a mess if we don't do this! Do I have to do it? Do I have to do everything?"

I know I am repeating myself, but right now, I am like a dog with a bone - I can't give up. I start talking over my husband who is saying he is overworked, he just forgot. I'm acting as though he does nothing in this house, and why am I making such a big deal of this, he is going to do it tomorrow!

But I don't stop talking until he suddenly lowers the boom. "Stop nagging! You're nagging. I said I'm going to do it!"

Suddenly, my face gets hot. I'm furious, and embarrassed, as the image of a nag-housewife in curlers, barking orders at her beleaguered husband - is conjured in my brain. "I am not a nag. I'm not nagging!" I sputter. "Why don't you.....can't you...just do it when you say you're going to do it?"

He says this time he will, and we both get very quiet.

I am not exactly sure what is going through my husband's head, but I am thinking, how did I - or we - become a stereotype?