Two things bug me (at the moment) about my husband and his kitchen duties.
1. He never, ever wipes up the crumbs. Not from the dining table. Not from the cutting board island. Not from the stove top. I don't care how grease spattered, he's given himself a free pass for life on the crumb wiping.
2. When he does the dishes, I often join him. I clear the table, put leftovers away, bring him the pots and pans off the stove. And yes, I wipe the stove. Not always but often. When I do the dishes? He's squarely parked in front of the television. Relaxed and not giving a thought in the world to me, apparently. I know, I know. I should follow his lead, right? Let him suffer alone, too. Give myself the relaxing break. But I want him to join me. It makes the time go by faster. I like to lead by example, only it doesn't seem to be working.
Most of the time I cope with this minor quibble by reminding myself that plenty of husbands don't help at all. I can't decide if I'm enabling or if it's healthy, i.e., don't sweat the small stuff. Choose my nag battles, etc.
In the meantime, I'll just wine about it.