I grew up in a home where my Mom did everything for us. She cooked everything except breakfast for us. She did all the laundry. She set the table and then did the dishes. (If my Dad helped with the dishes he usually washed and then told us kids that we should just "dry harder" if he missed something.) Mom changed the sheets on the beds, picked up our dirty clothes wherever they hit the floor and after washing and drying, they magically appeared folded in our drawers. Wash, rinse, repeat.

I really thought that was the way marriage...