I came home yesterday to find every dish washed and put away (he normally leaves hand-washables for me to do). Then he cooked and served a full meal for dinner, with only two questions and insisted I go relax instead of assist him. Dinner wasn't that great - he made pork chops, which I hate, and burned the veggies on one side. But most of it was edible.
I appreciate the effort, that's for sure. Mama Leg gets tired doing it all.