Upon the retirement of my husband 4 years ago, a quilting friend, who is also the church cook, gave me a saying to use. "I married you for love, not for lunch. Make your own." And that has worked well for us. He eats breakfast and lunch on his own. I make dinner and he loads the dishwasher. I clean the rest of the kitchen up better, but he gallantly vacuums the house after each grand-dog visit, because I'm allergic to the little darling's dander.
This is a great season - He watches baseball playoffs, college football all day Saturday, pro football on Sunday, and even some British soccer. I can quilt and watch what I want in my own domain. Separate, but together?