The same as yours.
Almost every day I say - 'This is your house too, you know. You are allowed to fill the dishwasher and empty it'.
His school stuff will not make it as far as his study and the nice large desk I got him to do his marking on. Instead he will hog the best sofa in front of the tv and spread it all out.
He told me not to put his washing away a few years ago, he wanted to re-organise and do it himself so that he knew where everything was. Since then his washing has piled up on a very nice chest below a window in huge tottering piles until I can barely shut the blinds, and there it stays and grows until one day it all falls down. I'm past caring.
If he goes to bed earlier than me, he will be completely cocooned in the duvet, leaving nothing for me. No matter how gently I try to unravel him, he will wake and glare at me accusingly. Half an hour later the whole of his side will be flung on top of me because he is too hot.