DH did laundry without me even asking.
I am super busy at work and I've been fighting off some sort of bug the last week or two and really tired at night and our laundry had gotten out of control. So, while I was doing story time with Aidan, DH sorted and started a load and before bed, he was folding and putting it away.
Kinda funny considering a few months ago, when I was in the hospital, I had to write down instructions on how to even work the machine. I guess he's feeling all "emopowered" now with that knowledge... or maybe he ran out of underwear.