It’s all about division of labor, people. For example: in our relationship, I’m in charge of freaking out, overreacting, having meltdowns, and of course all the cooking (not to mention quoting Longfellow* when useful, as seen above). And he does, uh, everything else.
Enjoy your weekend, and safe canoeing! (I suppose there’s a dopey double entrendre in there but I’m certainly not gonna unpack it for you.)
* some part of the apparently endless “Song of Hiawatha“. Thanks to my mom for searing it into my brain in childhood!