At least I honestly titled my post so you can skip it if you don't want to read a bunch of griping.
I noticed today that no one has been doing much of anything around the house. I know why I haven't been doing much (autoimmune disease that has me excruciatingly tired ALL of the time plus working 5-6 days a week at the hotel.) I can guess that Chris is tired after a long day at work and then coming home and having to pick up E and then make supper and all of that. But what I don't get is why no one is picking up behind themselves (mostly the kids.) There is an entire laundry basket full of their clothes on the floor of their bathroom. That is highly annoying to me. He's almost 16; she's 8. Between the two, you would think they could manage to put their things away and put their laundry where it belongs. The living room is full of her school stuff and library books despite the fact that library books (both school and public) have a specific place where they go so they can be kept up with. Likewise his school stuff that he has scattered over the bar even though I purposely de-cluttered said bar and pleaded for it to be a clutter free zone. Yeah. That happened for all of a minute. Same things for shoes.
They each have specific tasks they are to do every evening but I can't tell where they have done anything at all. And it is pissing me off. Perhaps, I should cut them some slack because I really haven't been doing all that much either in the cleaning department. The difference is that I'm more neat and I don't leave things scattered about. I put back what I get out. I put up the things I use. I throw away the trash I create. I don't expect that someone is going to come behind me or that there is a housekeeping fairy who is going to make things magically clean.
Part of this is my fault. I accept this fact. I did ALL of it for so long that everyone expected me to do it. They didn't have to do chores because I was there day in and day out to keep things neat and tidy and I picked up behind them without saying anything about it. When I started working, I laid down some ground rules and I just expected they would realize how difficult the life changes were for me as well as them and they would pitch in and do a little more without complaining so much. Maybe, I expected too much. All I know is that something has to give and this weekend while I am off, we are going to get the house in shape and then we are going to have a long conversation about maintaining it. ALL of us. Not just Mama.