Mine, too, Cognitive. And it took one time of my walking the walk - the toys went to Oxfam - for them to shape up.
No arguing, no shouting. The chart's on the wall. Don't do it, no star, no money, tough shit.
I completely agree with Laquitar, it is my job to teach them to be responsible adults who do their faire share in life. You reap what you sow, you sow a lazy fucker who treats women like shite, good luck having grandchildren in this day and age, because my daughters already kick any such excuse for a man to the kerb. DD1 is only 7 and has a 'boyfriend' and once their finished playing, before it's time for him to go him, she tells him it's time for them to tidy up together or he won't be playing there anymore.
'This should be a joint decision between the adults in the household.'
It can't be because the husband and adult children don't give a shit.
I wouldn't go on strike, either. I'd find somewhere else to live, take the 12-year-old and leave 'em to their tip.
BIL's mate is already talking about how the ILs are getting old and once they go we 'need' to help BIL.
I'm not doing FA for him. Ever. I wouldn't if he were my own brother. Because he's a lazy, shiftless, ungrateful loser who expects people to dance round him.
Fuck that for a game of soldiers.
When the council comes to that house because rats and vermin are starting to invade the neighbouring house, it's none of my lookout.
He hates coming over here because DH doesn't let him sit on his backside and be brought cups of tea and snacks.
Good riddance.