If you know me, then you know I’m one of the luckiest women in the world…because I come home from work to a home-cooked meal almost every day.  These meals are lovingly prepared by my husband who also works a 40hr job just like me, yet I have never once heard him complain.  NEVER.  Sure, sometimes he doesn’t cook, because he’s tired or got home late, but those times are rare and he still doesn’t expect me to cook even then.  Now before you start claiming him Saint Eric, let me interject here: