How is that fair?

My husband and I came to an agreement a few weeks ago. We both work full time jobs and somehow the household has become my responsibility. I am not sure if that is because of the natural progression of things or what. My job has been more demanding lately and I come home and just don't want to clean, do laundry, grocery shop or pay bills. I especially don't want to cook dinner. By the time you cook, eat and clean (I don't have a dishwasher) the evening is over. This was made worse by the fact that my wonderful husband says he has a belly timer that goes off every night at 6pm. I would get constantly pestered if dinner wasn't ready by six. ARGH! So, that is why we came to an agreement. He would cook dinner, as he gets home earlier than me, and I would clean. GREAT! I thought this was a wonderful idea and why did we wait so long to come to this. Well, the first night he cooked spaghetti. That was fine with me, I like spaghetti and there are few dishes to wash with spaghetti. The second night we had leftovers. By this time I was making the Nexium I take for heartburn work overtime. The third night he was going to make dinner. The menu was beef with a red sauce and elbow pasta. Well he acted shocked when I told him this was spaghetti all over again. Then we talked for half an hour over how this was or was not different from spaghetti. I am not sure who won that one because no dinner was cooked that night...So at this point I had eaten spaghetti for dinner and the next two days for lunch. The following night I came home to dinner waiting on me. WOO HOO. It was goulash....Beef, red sauce, and noodles. He called it goulash because it was thicker than spaghetti. I ate it because I didn't want to hurt his feelings and I was starving. By this time all I taste day and night is red sauce. Now I regret going to the warehouse club and buying spaghetti sauce in bulk. Lesson learned. I look in the pantry for sure we are out of sauce by now, nope 2 more jars. So, we are now at Friday night. He calls me on the way home and says lets beat the Valentines day crowd and go to dinner a day early. I say fine with me. He gets in the car and says lets go to Olive Garden. ARGH!!! At least they have Alfredo sauce. So here we are Sunday night and dinner time is upon us once again. He had planned to make hamburgers last night, but neither one of us was hungry so that is what we had tonite. I cook the hamburgers and as I am cleaning us it dawns on me that I got stuck with the cooking AND the cleaning. I am pondering how this happens and he comes into the kitchen and told me I missed a spot. I ask him how I got myself in this position and he tells me it is because I am so much better at washing dishes than he is. He grabs dessert and walks out...What else can I do but be thankful he is a wonderful loving husband.