Husband says, "I'm going to bed";

He shuts the lid down on the computer, remotes the TV off, strips his clothes off & leaves them in a pile at the end of the couch with his shoes, walks down the hall, climbs into bed and falls fast asleep.

Wife says, "I'm going to bed."

She finishes up what she's doing at the desk, grabs the stray dishes from the living room, runs up to check on the kids in bed, sees the soaking pots in the sink and quickly scrubs and washes them, starts the dishwasher, tosses bags of chips/boxes of crackers back in the cupboard before wiping down the counters, throws the wet towels in the laundry basket on the way down the hall, picks up the last of the toys from the floor, runs back downstairs to pick up husband's clothes from the end of the couch, trips over shoes on the way to the bathroom. Pees, brushes teeth, washes face & moisturizes thoroughly. Starts for the bedroom and remembers the clothes in the washer, so detours to the laundry room. Cycles the laundry, folds the load that just came out of the dryer, and, seeing the empty dog dish, fills it, realizing that something was supposed to be signed and in the backpack before the bus comes in the morning. Finds and signs paper, find and stuffs backpack. Trips over the dog on the way back down the steps. Curse quietly so as to not wake the baby. Check tomorrow's calendar, and, in my case, grab phone, radio and car keys and put them next to my EMS coat & boots near the outside door in case of a midnight run. Finally, goes into the bedroom, undresses and puts clothes in hamper, pulls on warm jammies, and crawls into bed. Lays there and makes a mental list of all the things that need to get done tomorrow. Fall asleep, waiting for baby to wake up and eat....

Repeat.