My mother always said that my dad was the only person she knew who could starve to death sitting next to a pound of raw bacon.I do my laundry most of the time, she does hers most of the time.
I'm usually the cook. I'm also usually the one that sacrificed the animal we're eating. She can cook well, and I expect she'll do more of it when her schedule changes in a few weeks.
We've always had "off" shifts, which means we both changed diapers, went to school meetings, cleaned house, did laundry, fed kids, etc...it's as "equal" a relationship as you'll ever find, I reckon.
I vowed long ago not to be as helpless as my dad is. I love him tremendously, but he'd wither away if it wasn't for Mom.