My wife is one of those people who can just do anything. One year at Thanksgiving she was busy erecting the frame for a new two-story barn she was building in between cooking the turkey. "Go out and turn on the air compressor for the nail gun, will you? I want to get the walls raised while we have the family here for muscle power."
At least I'm good with tech support and washing the dishes. And sheet-rock. I can hang a bit of sheet-rock.