I am struggling with sharing my home and feel awful.
Two DC studying from home. They are lazy and untidy. DH is a hoarder & despite assurances he will sort his stuff, he never does. Our house is too small for all the shit we have.
I truly feel on the brink and cannot cope with the extra work/mental stress that having the DC home causes. Because DH isn't impacted by them, he doesn't back me up when I push for them to do their washing, tidy their room etc.
Today I lost it. I work F/T and ask the DC that they do their washing in the week when I'm working, so I can get my washing done when I'm off. They don't of course. They both wait until they have run out of clothes before they do any. So today I couldn't do the washing I'd planned. Then, DC overloaded the dryer, so their washing didn't dry and had to be dried again. What a waste of energy and money!
This resulted in me screeching like a banshee. I am ashamed of the way I behaved, ranting at them. It was horrible.
I am so tired, working long hours in a stressful job and then feeling even more stressed when I come home because of their apathy/laziness.
If I ask/request that they do XYZ, they just ignore me until I completely lose it and then they all tiptoe round me, contrite. Why don't they just do stuff when first asked? Why does it have to get to the point that I am totally out of control, yelling at them before they will actually do it?
It seems such a crazy thing to be shouting and bawling about. 
I yelled at DH that I'm actually looking on Rightmove for a place to rent so I can just fuck off and leave. If there was anything available, I actually think I would.
Everyone's in different parts of the house now and I feel like the one who's caused the rift. 
I hate, hate, hate my life and yet, I know this is down to my overreaction and that others have it far worse.