I'm always harping on the "fairness" of the housework. I refuse to do it all, and I'm more than happy to leave something until Mr. Sheesh gets around to taking care of it.

If I cook, he does the dishes. I do the laundry, he takes out the garbage. I take the dogs to the park so he can clean the floors without them getting in the way. He takes the dogs out in the morning, I take them out at night, and whomever gets home first takes them out in the evening.

I clean one bathroom, he cleans the other.
This system seems to work well for us.