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X = Husband
XX = Daughter 12 yo
XXX = Daughter 10 yo
XXXX = Son 1 yo
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I have gone on strike as the mother of this household. I have reached my limit, the final straw has been placed on the camels back and I quit. I refuse to be a maid to these people anymore. I refuse to take their attitudes and whining anymore. I refuse to be the rug they wipe their feet on anymore.

I spent 3 hours cleaning the kitchen the other day, wiping cupboards, getting all the GARBAGE picked up, sweeping the floor, cleaning the counters, washing the appliances. I went out for a couple of hours to do some stalls and when I came back guess what I found. Someone had sprayed something (either pop or chocolate milk) all over the freezer, the fridge, the walls and the cupboards. But when asked who did this no one knew. I was slightly furious to say the least. So X and I cleaned it up and then I told XX for the 20th time to get her stuff out of the TV room and back into her room and she had 20 minutes to finish it (this after 3 days of getting after her) and did I get any support from X. HELL NO! I told XXX to clean her room, you couldn't even see the floor and you have to go through her room to get to XXXX' room. What do I get from everyone? ATTITUDE! ARGH!!!

And yes, I'm still on my Paxil but I have reached a point of dispair that I cannot retreat from it seems. This morning I go into the kitchen and what do I find on the floor? Used paper towels, right in FRONT OF THE GARBAGE CAN!!! And of course, no one knows who did it. So they both got grounded from the computer and TV for 24 hours. XXX has a paragraph due tomorrow. The instructions are pretty specific about what they expect. When I made her re-do it because it wasn't was what expected, what do I get? Yep! Whining and attitude! And then I told her to bring me the rewrite and I would help her with the spelling corrections and puncuation. She hands me a paragraph that looks like it was written on the Titanic (that's what it's about) as it was sinking. It's a mess! So I was going to put it in word for her, let it do the corrections and she could copy it, much more neatly. She started again. So I told her forget it, turn in that paper that looked like garbage and had tons of misspelled words and get a F, I didn't care anymore and when her teacher called me to find out why I would tell exactly why. I am sick of fighting the attitudes, the whining and the disrespect that I get everytime I help them.

XX apologizes all the time now, it's meaningless to me. No more words, I want to see some action.

*sigh* I give up on fighting them. I take care of me and XXXX from now on. But sadly this will not teach them anything, they don't mind living in filth and walking around garbage and a totally messy house. I'm getting desperate. I honestly don't know how much more of this I can take.