I could easily boycott cooking. Some days I like to cook and prepare a special meal for my family, make them feel all special and loved, serve it to them in fancy dishes or whatever, and afterwards say, "no, sit and visit, I'll clear the table and clean up". But some other days I feel like saying "Who said cooking was my job? Where in the marriage ceremony did I promise that for the next 50 years I would figure out what to cook, cook it, serve it, clean up after it, etc. - every day?" I guess I've never come out and said it because my hubby has a stressful job and my boys - well, it's my fault they are a little spoiled - but I think it from time to time!