Though I appreciate a vacuumed carpet, sparkling windows and bathtub caulking that doesn't grow its own food, I must admit I have never done much about these things but stand in the back row and applaud a job well done. When I was married, I pretty much took care of the yard and garden, and my wife maintained the house. Oh, occasionally, she'd sneak out to prune an apple tree or plant a petunia, but I was never tempted to sneak in to scrub the toilets or change the sheets on the bed. Once, I attempted to help her with what she called "spring housekeeping" but there didn't seem to be much future in it for me, and tired of listening to my complaining she sent me outside again.