My husband is really good all rounder. In the house, does a lot of the heavy duty cleaning bathrooms, I'm a bit useless at all that , no elbow grease apparently
We share the ironing, he does his, I do mine plus the bed linen, I do all the cooking, I do try to clean as I go but he'll never let me do all that after the meal is finished, he cleans any debris and loads the dishwasher. I do all the grocery shopping, he does household maintenance stuff and looks after my car as well as his., gardening etc. As good as he is, I would point out that when I was a sahm and afterwards when I went back to work part time, I did all the housework, ironing, cooking and shopping. He's been hands on since he retired, but he's on the cusp of getting a cleaner now enough is enough
He hired our last one before we moved and brilliant she was too, I do miss her.
His dad, well he did a lot in the kitchen once he retired, produced the Sunday lunch, he belonged to the boil it to buggery school of cooking slightly old fashioned mode of cooking everything rather too thoroughly. My father was a lazy git quite honestly and left too much to my mother to do, in spite of the fact that she went back to work full time once we were halfway through junior school. F-in-law presided over family gatherings usually spouting endless xenophobic drivel. Sometimes in retrospect I think for all his faults I preferred my own father conversation wise at least, he was far more enlightened. My husband is very kind and empathetic around women, his mother went through a hellish menopause and was very unhappy at one time. Before he left home he was her confidante when her husband couldn't be bothered with what he considered "attention seeking women problems", when he wasn't working he had his own business at which he worked long hours, he was on the golf course. My husband was close to both of them in different ways he credits his mum with pushing him to pass the 11+ and get into a really good grammar school. On balance I think he was well brought up, it was a different upbringing to mine his had no outside foreign influences when he was growing up. My family were far more cosmopolitan than his and not as rooted in that traditional English mindset that was more prevalent in the '50s and '60s, on the downside mine were strict catholics and I had too much in the way of religion pumped into me in childhood.
Paddyann your DIL sounds very like my son's ex, mother of his children, he'd come home after a long days work and have to deal with pretty much what you have outlined. Yes I too thought it was ridiculous and very unfair way to behave. I'm afraid to say their relationship didn't last. As you say if you love someone empathy as to how tired they might be after a long day at work is the least you can ask from a partner. Sometimes, and in her (ex's) case I think I'd put some of that down to a lack of maturity and a cocktail of , power struggles, petulance and being somewhat overwhelmed by the reality of adult responsibilities not being quite what was anticipated.