Self-Sufficient

He claims to be self-sufficient, at least when I'm not around. My husband, that is.
Several days ago I was attempting to get ready for a meeting. Realizing I did not have time to shower and fix my husbands breakfast, I suggested he show me how self-reliant he really is.
"Don't worry," he stated. "I'll just cook some oatmeal. You go get ready."
I hurried off to the shower, but remembered the day, in the kitchen when he attempted to light the stove.
He had never done that. I watched from the dining room as he searched the drawer beside the stove. Finally, my curiosity got the better of me. "What are you searching for?"
"I'm trying to find that lighter thing you use to light the stove."
I shook my head.
"This stove has a self igniter honey, you just turn it until it clicks," leaning over to demonstrate, "and there, see, a flame."
He nodded and was ready to take charge.
I heard my husband singing in the kitchen, and after I showered and dressed joined him.
He was peering into the microwave, but the singing had stopped.
"What's up?" I said.
"Nothing, I've got it under control."
I pointed to the microwave and shrugged my shoulders.
"In there?" He said.
I nodded.
"That's the milk. I'm boiling it."
The dry oatmeal still in the bowl on the counter.
"Don't worry, honey. I've seen you make oatmeal in the microwave before." He said.
I don't boil the milk, darlin.
Back into the bathroom to finish my make-up. He resumed his singing in the kitchen. All must be going well.
I left for my meeting feeling a little guilty.
While I was gone he decided to "help" me a little more.
He greeted me at the front door with a big hug. "I decided to help out a little more around the house."
I smiled, not sure what he meant by "help out a little more around the house". A normal day for him is "on the golf course."
I smiled and handed him a sack of groceries I had picked up on my way home from the meeting.
He continued. "I always wondered what you did all day long. So I thought I would do the laundry. How difficult can that be?"
"You're right honey," I said, "it's not difficult, just time consuming."
I collected my thoughts. "I sort the clothes, and then put a load in the washer while I'm writing."
He nodded his head, letting me continue.
"I've done it so long, I know when to put the fabric softener in the rinse water."
He stopped smiling.
"What do you mean the rinse water?"
"Well,"... I said.
"Wait a minute honey," he said, "what did you mean by 'sort' the clothes?"
I started to explain but he continued.
"I thought the piles of clothes by the hamper were sorted by size."
Not exactly.
"I'm also not sure what you mean by 'rinse cycle'."
I reached out to give him a big hug. "It doesn't matter, I'm just happy you tried to help."
A small grin covered his face. "I wasn't sure where all the clothes go, so after I washed and dried them, I laid them on the bed in the guest room."
I nodded. "That's okay."
As he turned to walk back to his recliner, "You did take your shirts out of the dryer before they were dry and hung them on hangers though, right?"
He walked back over to where I stood, held me at arms length, "I've got a 2:30 tee time."
I smiled, "Thanks for all your help," I said as I waved to him backing out the driveway.