What used to annoy me was that DH only had to get himself ready and out of the house.
OK years and years ago he would be I/c packing the car if we were going on holiday and making sure it had petrol etc, but.....
who tidied the kitchen, loaded and turned on the dishwasher, made the beds, straightened the sitting room, organised the children, locked up , went back to check the gas was off, locked up again?
Mugging of course. Latterly I had to help him get ready but even although I didn’t expect any input from him, I still used to feel worn to a frazzle by the time we left!