One year, back in the '60s, my mum was in hospital for a few months, trying to stave off a threatened miscarriage. (Unfortunately, she still lost the baby.)
I stayed with an aunt and uncle during the week, but with Dad at weekends and over the holidays. (Dad was on shift work.) He'd been brought up in a very traditional manner where only women did the cooking etc.
Dinner at weekends and the holidays mainly consisted of Grant's tinned mince and Smash. There was an offer on - 4 empty Smash packets and your address got you a free Tupperware box. Dad gave me permission to send them off.
By the time Mum got home, we had boxes and boxes of Tupperware in the house...She kept some and gave the rest away to relatives.
She asked me what we'd had for Christmas dinner: "Dog meat!"
After that, Mum made a point of teaching Dad how to cook and to do the washing. Dad had done all the washing at weekends and holidays, but had bleached all my navy blue school knickers...
I recall that Santa came that year, but things weren't quite set out the way they should have been. Santa's presents should have been in a pillowcase; presents from relatives were piled up separately. That year, Santa had mixed them all up a bit.
Mum and Dad were a good team, but things changed a bit after that Christmas. He really did become a very good cook. I recall Mum saying that she thought he'd have become a chef if he'd been given the chance.
Mum was a SAHM who did all the caring for her parents. Once Dad retired, the housework was split between them and Dad helped Mum to care for her elderly uncle.
Nowadays, I should imagine that most couples share domestic tasks. As I've stated above, my late husband certainly did more than his fair share.