I can identify with your hubby's POV!
Early in our marriage, decades ago, DW and I found ourselves doing chores one winter Saturday morning. She was doing laundry and house cleaning. I was in the unheated garage putting a new muffler on our VW Super Beetle. DW was working hard, although she had the benefit of being indoors on a cold winter day and had some music on to take some of the boredom out of folding clothes. I was doing the muffler job myself because we were saving for furniture as we had recently moved into our home owning very little. I was cold, stiff from laying on the fridgid concrete garage floor and had busted my knuckles numerous times trying to break bolts loose and blood was flowing freely. Around noon, DW called me in for lunch. Shortly after we sat down, she announced "This isn't fair. You're spending the day playing with your hobbies and I'm stuck in here working my butt off!"
I didn't know what to say. But in a brilliant move, unusual for me, I suggested I'd be happy to help her as soon as I was done "playing" in the garage!
Little has changed in 41 years. I'm still too frugal to pay others to do chores I can handle myself and DW still considers these chores to be "hobbies."