Oh, we could argue about housework but made our peace with it long ago: I do it, and he lets it get done, probably imagining some housework fairy does it in the middle of the night.

We never really argued about it, though, because I like doing housework--I know it's strange, but I do--and he doesn't. I like order and he's indifferent to it, so he lets me have my way--I clean and don't get upset unless he gets in my way while I'm vacuuming to lecture me about some esoteric topic.