This morning DD was charging about hunting for her PE kit and I told her it was probably in the festering pile in the corner of her room. It was and surprise suprise it was dirty. Cue lots of tears and moaning that I hadn't washed it.
I reminded her, yet again, that I would not be washing anything that wasn't in the laundry bin. I told her to wear it dirty or face the consequences at school. More tears, begging me to write a note saying she had hurt her leg and couldn't do PE. I refused.
I didn't think much more of it but arriving home from work a while ago DH is pissed off with me after DD has told him the story.
She's 10. Too harsh or reasonable at that age. Why should I spend ages rooting through her stuff trying to discover what needs washing because she is too lazy to take it off and move a few metres to put it in the basket.