I do sympathise ssd. TG (sorry, I refuse to refer to him as DH... he is The Giant) is the laziest fecker I have ever met and he is getting worse. I am mostly a SAHM so do the bulk of the housework and that is fine, but I really do object to having to pick up after him as if he is a child!
I work 3 evenings a week after taking care of our 3yr old DD all day, and I'm 5 months pregnant with No2. If I ask him to help with jobs he moans that he has been rushed off his feet all day and could do without a rest. So I'm sat on my arse all day am I?! If he takes care of DD for the day or even long enough for me to have a lie-in, I have a fucking mountain of clearing up to do after, as he does not understand that being at home is about more than playing lego.
He takes the bins out. That is the best I can say... He may on occasion fetch the washing in, but then again I may arrive back from my evening job to find it still on the line at 11pm. He will pop into the utility room to fetch something and call out to tell me the washing machine has finished. He used to do washing if he noticed the bin was getting full, but no more.
I have tried the 'strategic withdrawal of services' but he just either does not notice or does not care. I have left his towels on the rail until they stink and the sheets on the bed until I can no longer stand to sleep in them - he does not notice. He will cram more and more rubbish on top of/next to the bin instead of just emptying it. He leaves plates/cups etc wherever he happened to be when he finished eating. We have a dishwasher - what is wrong with putting stuff in it? He says he never knows whether it is empty/full/dirty/clean... lost the use of his eyes? He is incapable of making a sandwich or toast without covering a 6 ft length of worktop in crumbs. He will occasionally wipe the surfaces but he doesn't move things out of the way, just cleans the middle bit. He cannot make coffee without spilling it all over the worktop. He does not notice dust/dirt/anything except his bloody hobbies as he is colourblind. Oh yes. Apparently he doesn't know how to clean a bathroom. He doesn't even cook any more, unless I go on strike and insist I am not hungry/ate earlier and even then he does it under duress, moans like you would not believe and leaves the mess for me to clear up. I have tried leaving his kitchen mess, just to see how long it would take for him to start clearing up after himself. You know what happened? We got mice! And you can guess who had to sort that little problem out.... 
GAHHHHHHH. Oh and one last thing... he gets up at stupid o'clock every morning so he can write his book before work. He has his schedule down to a fine art - he can be up, showered, shaved, sandwiches made in about 40 mins. Which leaves mucho time for writing and zero for emptying dishwasher (which I run over night), or putting washing out (also done over night), or even letting the poor dog out for a wee. Oh yes and and and (this is the last thing, honest)... If the dog has an accident during the night he will wake me up at 6am to tell me there is wee/poo on the floor, and then step over it to go do his writing. And he thinks he such a new-age man, in touch with his emottions etc, so how did we become a 50's-style couple?!
I think I may be a little hormonal, sorry about the rant. He is driving me NUTS!
Maybe I should email him a link to this thread? 