What My Husband Does:
Irons his own shirts.
Throws a load of underwear into the washing machine when he starts to run low.
Cleans the bathrooms if he thinks that they are disgusting, instead of just complaining that they are disgusting.
Fills my car up with gas when he's driving it. (I truly love this since I am a "drive it until it's on E and the light is on" kind of girl which sometimes leaves me in dire straights).
And one of Veronica's that I liked was "finding his own shoes/keys/wallet." Yes, I married a big boy who doesn't need a mother to take care of him, and I think that's good for both of us.
I do fight guilt about some of these things--seeing as how I am at home, with one child at school all day and a three year old who is in preschool twice a week and still naps daily, but I'm learning to see things differently. Housekeeping is not one of my strengths. I try to keep things neat, because I know he appreciates it (picking up toys before he comes home, keeping the pile of books beside my bed somewhat contained, and making sure the dishes are in or out of the dishwasher as needed), but it is not the driving motivating force of my existence. The fact that he is willing to do them is a quiet affirmation to me that I am not just a maid or a mom or a cook. I'm a part of a family that he and I are running together.