In our house, DH and I have an unspoken understanding. DH would never dream of complaining about how much time I spend on my relaxing, creative scrapbooking and quilting hobbies and the lack of time I spend on housework. I would never dream of complaining about how much time he spends sitting at that stupid, waste-of-time, waste-of-money, brain-sucking computer and the hundreds of hours spent talking to his friends about the same dang topic over and over and over, and the lack of time he spends on the dead and dying lawn and landscaping.