On strike

Please know that I am writing this post without irritation or anger.  It simply is what it is.

As of today, I am officially on strike.  I have spent the last nine weeks working my rear off in order to get our old house ready for sale, and I did 90% of the work by myself.  I am not complaining about this.  I did not have another job...except of course for being "mom" at home.  And of course for the several weeks prior to the move, I focused on packing and getting things ready...mostly by myself.  Again, I am not complaining.  That was a result of being a total control freak.  However, the children do not seem to be able to pick up after themselves...make their beds or take dirty clothes to the laundry room.  They can't even put their shoes in their room...they simply leave things where they are.  I had to ask three times last night for the children to put their plates in the dishwasher.  THREE TIMES!  So today I am going to sit and relax and enjoy life.  I refuse to do laundry or to clean or to pick up.  I simply refuse.  And I shall refuse until they can make their beds, etc.  This shall be interesting to see how long it takes them to get on board.