Finally -- someone has a husband like mine who enjoys the shopping, doing the dishes, irons his own shirts, etc. It clearly gives him satisfaction and, thank God, cause I'm not good at or ready to do any of that, even without small children in the house to distract me. It used to bother me too. Like I felt it made me look deficient because I'm over here typing (like now) instead of doing anything housewifely but hell -- that's just who I am and just who he is -- and it makes life around here work much more smoothly -- so let it be.....