Hmm. Perhaps I do do a leetle too much (says she who has just sat down after painting the stairwell, hall and landing)
But DH gives me the thin lipped face when I suggest he could do a touch more. Weekends for him, as far as I can tell, are for him to play golf and watch telly.
Don't get me wrong, he's a good man, but I think part of him is still stuck in his bachelor days in a flat. When he was growing up they had a maid and a gardener/handyman to do all the maintenance chores so I don't think he ever saw his parents take time out of their weekends to do these things. (He lived in SA where it was quite common for this to be the case.)
Partly it's that he just doesn't 'see' that things need to be done, I think, and partly that, having been a single mother who is very capable of doing all kinds of stuff, he leaves it to me because he 'won't do it to my specifications'. Which is, actually, boolocks.
Sorry. Little rant there. Do excuse.