This would be funny if it wasn't so infuriating. What a cheeky f**ker! 
This is so typical of (many) men. DH does hardly anything in the household really, but when I go out for some 7-8 hours without him (this happens maybe once every 6 weeks,) and he is left on his own, he does the washing up, re-arranges the tins in the kitchen cupboards, puts the towels in a neat pile in the hall cupboard, and runs the hoover around the hall and lounge/diner.. To him, he has blitzed the house and can't understand what women moan about.
He has NEVER:
. cleaned the loo
. cleaned the bathroom floor or tiles
. cleaned the bathroom sink or de-limescaled the taps
. washed out the shower tray and soap dish
. done the washing
. done the ironing
. washed and ironed the curtains or bed linen.
. dusted and polished the lounge/diner, OR the bedrooms
. cleaned or hoovered behind the sofa or armchairs.
. cleaned the window ledges.
. hoovered the couch and armchairs
. cleaned and polished the dining table, and dusted the dining chairs
. polished anything
. cleaned the kitchen floor
. cleaned the oven out
. cleaned the fridge
. cleaned the hob
. cleaned the kitchen sink and dish drainer.
. cleaned the microwave oven
. defrosted the freezer (and cleaned it out.)
. washed the doors and skirting boards down.
. cleaned out the cat bowls or bowl in the sink
. done the food shopping.
. gone out with DD to buy clothes/stuff for school/anything she needed.
. scrubbed the shower curtain (gets clogged with limescale about 5-6 weeks
after being put up)
And that's on top of the fact he never does any household admin - sorting the meds/putting prescriptions in, arranging appointments for GP, hospital, optician, dentist etc, banking, paying utility bills, dealing with tax office, passports, driving licences, paying insurances, arranging for builders and maintenance people etc etc... ALL done by me, in the 30-ish years we have been together. I have also always done the weeding and planting of bulbs and flowers in the garden.
I do 90% of everything in the household, and yet he still thought it was OK (in the past,) to wonder what I was doing on my 1.5 weekdays off when DC was a kid. So much so, that he volunteered me (when DC was primary age,) to run around after a neighbour of ours who we had at the time - who worked full time and was struggling to do her weeding and digging and lawnmowing. He told her - TOLD HER - that I only work 'part time' and would have no problem helping her with her gardening chores.
I went fucking batshit, and immediately went round to tell her that he had no right volunteering me like this and I would not have time to do it. She laughed and said 'I never expected it anyway, and was waiting to tell you I wouldn't want you doing it' when your husband said it.
Men are such plonkers sometimes! How and WHY do we suffer them?! 