My husband cooks more than I do. He also does the gardening. I just can’t be bothered.
Except on extremely rare occasions I do the cooking and dishes.
Also, some of our other gender roles are confused. Lady Chance is the grunt-monosylabically and be anti-social sort whereas I’m the charming social one. She does the gardening and such. I deal with all the outside people (maids, yard boys, that sort of thing).
It works. That’s what matters.
I tend to cook more and I do the laundry. He does the dishes. We trade off cleaning the catboxes and feeding all the menagerie.
I’m much better with computers, but he’s good at lifting heavy things. I’m more mechanically inclined, he’s better with money.
[stamps foot]That doesn’t count![/stamps foot]
My husband does any flower arranging. He took horticulture in high school and the flower arranging stuck with him. I, on the other hand, am happy to stuff them in an old mayonaise jar and call it good.
I set up the home electronics. Reading directions is beyond him.
You have bunk beds?
Hubby does the dishes most evenings, and most of the laundry, as a trade-off for me cooking most nights, and doing the grocery shopping.
Our kids were convinced that screwdrivers were “women’s tools” until they were past toddlerhood. I was a stay-at-home mom for a lot of that time, so I generally tended to be the “fix-it” person whenever anything broke or needed to be put together. I’m also the computer geek of the house (along with our 14yo daughter). Hubby’s fine with everyday use of computers, though. He just doesn’t take them apart or build them. He also now uses tools more often than I do, since both of us work full-time and I prefer to let him fix things when he’s around.
Well if the “women are peaceloving and men are warmongers” meme counts as a traditional gender role they were reversed in our house. My Mum was/is the “kill them all” Hawk and my Dad was/is the “Give peace a chance” Dove when it came to any given discussion.
So now I always laugh uproariously whenever someone trots out the, “If only all world leaders were female, we’d all live in peace and harmony!” line.
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I’m the only child of our parents who picked up the old school geek gene. I can stick new computer parts in without stuffing up the works, follow instructions to set up networks, printers, and so forth. My siblings just Don’t Get It when I’m practically licking the monitor screen (tastefully displaying a review or action shot of some new and shiny computer part or software).
I can and do perform simple home repair jobs. And am trying to figure the logistics of learning to change the oil on my Honda when one lives in a location where working on one’s beater in the communal garage is verboten.
Unfortunately, I still haven’t quite figured out how to hook up my entertainment system. :smack: And my cooking creativity is rather sadly limited.
I do the dishes & laundry, the grocery shopping, almost all the cooking, and most of the finances and mail sorting. I also keep track of our social calendar and remind my wife of important dates and such.
She brings in over 80% of the household income.
My wife brings in 100% of the income.
I do the food shopping, the cooking, the laundry, and the housecleaning.
Mr. Whia does the dishes and cooks breakfast (unless I’m making my special raised waffles). I put together anything that needs assembled (a new media cabinet last Sunday, and a garden shed last month[my sister helped with that]). Both our hubbies have really bad backs. I also do all the computer and video setup, drive a car with a standard transmission, shovel most of the snow that needs done, handle the finances, and take out the garbage. My tools are MINE MINE MINE thankyouverymuch. Don’t touch them! 
I do most of the cooking, including making homemade baby food. I also change an awful lot of diapers, but this is a shared duty. Three kids in diapers simultaneously means you have to chip in.
Hubby does all the cooking, all the dishes, most of the laundry and the majority of the cleaning. He can sew on buttons and tack up hems too. Since I’ve been pregnant and sick, he’s hasn’t asked me to lift a finger to do anything, and I didn’t do a helluva lot before. He spoils me rotten.
I suspect we’ll have a somewhat more traditional arrangement come September when the baby arrives, seeing as only I possess the breasts for feeding and I will be home with the baby.
I too have a knack for putting together assemble it yourself furniture. I’m usually better able to find solutions to computer issues (although that ain’t saying much).
Having three or more children in diapers didn’t always mean that the father would share the responsibility. Now many parents recognize the shared responsibility for nurturing even one child in diapers.
My husband does all of the grocery shopping and most of the errand running such as picking up the grandchildren at school. When we clean house, he takes charge of the floors including shampooing the carpets. We usually prepare our own meals. (Read: microwave our own frozen dinners.) Each of us does our own laundry. I sleep in usually and he often brings me a cup of coffee when I first wake up. He takes good care of me when I’m sick.
It does here, if I know what’s good for me. 
For the record, our kids are 2 1/2 year-old twins, a boy and a girl, and another little boy, now nine months old.
My dad does just about all the cooking. Both work, but my dad works at home so Mom is the one literally “going to work every day.”
Same here. I’m the nutter who wants to kill the waitress for mixing up the order, or follow the guy who cut me off in traffic home and give him the beating of his life. Bird Man’s the one who goes “Now Honey…” and calms me down. He calls me his little ball of hate.
From the very first week we were dating he cooked and did the laundry. He also does the dishes and cleans. I will give him a hand with those things when he’s tired, but I’m not allowed in “his kitchen” when he cooks and by extension he’s not allowed in the kitchen when I cook. It’s something we learned early on, and probably saved our relationship many times.
I clean the bathroom and do the litter box which to him pretty much even out all his cooking and cleaning duties since he just can’t have anything to do with poo. If his dog poos in the house I’ll usually clean it up, unless I’m trying to teach Bird Man a lesson. (psst—it doesn’t work. he still forgets to lock her cage sometimes) I also handle all the bills.
We usually grocery shop together since he’s the cook and I’m the finance person, but if we just need a gallon of milk and some eggs or something, I’m the go-to-gal. I also do almost all the other shopping since he doesn’t really like to leave home, especially at night. I also do all the electronics and building in the house, unless it involves power tools—then Bird Man decides he needs to take over. So, any power-tool related activities take place while he is out of the house so I can be assured it is being done correctly. Much like cooking, building is not really a job we can do together.
I do all the grocery shopping, the dishes (most of the time), clean the bathroom, mop and sweep the kitchen floor, vacuum, dust, and love to window shop.
trupa recently quit his job to devote more time to our son and our house. I am bringing home all the income. I am also the one more interested in managing our finances (even before I became bacon-bringer).
I bring in all the income and my wife is a fulltime Mom while the kids are small. Seems pretty traditional. My wife is not traditional. She does all home repairs.
Painting, drywall, tiles, carpet, anything but electrical. I’m not bad mechanically when I have directions but I don’t have the training or experience. I leave it to her.