I do just about everything housekeeping-wise: shop-cook-clean-organize-dolaundry. Husband takes out the garbage and the recycling if I remind him. This is mostly out of habit–when we got married I didn’t want to seem like the hapless khawagayya so I became a domestic overachiever. (Ie, no maids. Those of you who know what it takes to scrub down an apt and cook for 10 in a third-world country can appreciate what this means.) Husband, though very egalitarian, was too wise to complain about this arrangement, and here we are.