So, my mother started in on me about the kitchen argument again today. So, I did what we women do best... I schemed.
After dinner, I went in the kitchen and started doing the dishes. DH came in and asked what I was doing. I said, "The dishes."
DH:"Uh... that's my job."
Me:"Yeah, but you've been slacking on it lately and not getting the dinner dishes done until after work the next day."
DH:"Uh... still my job."
Me:"Tell you what, if you text my mom and tell her to make me get out of the kitchen, I'll leave."
15 minutes of him acting like a baby later
"FINE! As long as you agree to get the heck out of the one room in this house that's mine!"

Mom texted me a few minutes later. "Okay. I believe you."

Haha. I win.