I'm not sure if we will ever get to a stage where men do their REAL fair share. For some reason we women still do the thinking, the planning, the REAL cleaning up at night (because I HATE to get up in the morning to a teaspoon left in the sink!), and my husband just doesn't get it. What's a teaspoon, or a couple of glasses? It's a blokie thing and it defies even the funniest YouTube presentation.

Making a bed? Why would you do that when you're just going to undo it at night? I haven't got enough life years left in me to explain that away.

I kid you not My partner has had a bed-making bypass. He sees how I make our bed each and every day, and yet, when he surprises me by making it, well, words fail me.