Just that really. I have a hunch that I am the only mug who picks up anything in my bloody house. I moan about it constantly, always going on and on about how "I'm the only one who ever tidies up" until even I'm sick of the sound of my own sodding voice, and it makes no difference anyway.
I keep saying - in my boring moany voice - "I'm going to stop picking up everyone's stuff" and I'm fed up of nagging the DCs (8 + 10) and DH (45 going-on-15) to tidy up so I've decided I'm going cold turkey.
No more tidying of other people's shit.
No more nagging.
I think one of two things will happen:
- I'll go mental from all the manky plates and shoes and Lego strewn around the place and I'll decide that tidying up is less painful than living in the clutter and then I'll stop moaning about it
- I'll become blind to it like the rest of them seem to be and my house will turn into one of those terrible C4 programmes where they intrude on some poor hoarder.
But hopefully 3. They will realise what shockingly filthy, ungrateful arseholes they all are and start taking their fair share of responsibility for the state of the house.
Has anyone else done similar? Who broke first; you or them?