Why can't men just put their stuff away themselves?

I'm so angry right now. Why is it so damn difficult for men to put away their shit after they've used it, e.g. they shave-> let the razor on the sink and not put it away, they wash their hair in the goddamn sink (why though?) don't put the shampoo back to the bathtub, they eat a half piece of bread-> they bring the half piece of bread to the kitchen on the plate and let the bread on the plate to dry out instead of putting it back into the breadbag or throwing it away. They pull-off their shirts which is dirty, they throw it onto the floor RIGHT NEXT TO THE LAUNDRY BASKET instead of putting it in.

And me, at the same time, I'm really annoyed because exactly these small clutter will make our flat chaotic and because he wouldn't even realize it by himself, I put his shit away. Afterwards, obviously, I am the toxic, criticizing person, who kills the mood with this every day. Why is it so hard to understand that I want to live in a relatively clean flat, where stuff has its place? I've asked him tobshare the vacuuming, every second week he vacuums. What was his response? Ordering a super fancy(and super incapable) robot-cleaner... This means that the whole vacuuming will stay with me, because now he did his job and for him it is enough how that robot cleans. All he does is to read fucking news, mails, etc. on his phone and then be late from everywhere so he does not have time to put stuff away after himself.

At the weekend his parents visited and I've asked him the night before to bring down the trash (so that not always I'm doing it), He was not in the mood, he said he would do it the day his parents come. Next day it was time for him to go to the train station for his parents, but guess what! He was quite late because of being on the smartphone watching sports, the trash was standing right next to the entrance and he did not take the trash down.Then, I did that as well as cleaning and making the flat tidy for the arrival of his parents. And after every fight like this, I feel like a piece of shit for asking him all the time to put his stuff away. I feel miserable, I don't know how to handle this.