Happy Birthday to Mack!
I'm afraid I was like that about everything but pet care when I lived with my parents. The perils of being raised by a supermom who took care of everything. But I was at least taking mental notes and jumped pretty seamlessly to being self-sufficient when I moved out, minus the one obligatory red item washed with the whites.
Friends even told me that they'd never seen the shared apartment as neat/clean as after I moved in (a scary thought in retrospect), but that was a function of just having come from an immaculately-kept home and basing my housecleaning standards on that. And my roommates would always join in on the cleaning once they saw me with a vacuum or mop, it was just that I was the one with the lowest something-must-be-done-about-this-mess threshold so I always broke first.