You're jealous of her... Bahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

SG, I don't know what to tell you. In the beginning, *I* picked up after DH AND the skids. DH works a physically exhausting and I have a desk job, so I don't mind picking up after him. In fact, because he works so hard (and I sit on my arse most of the day), I WANT to do things for him so he can rest and relax.

I got tired of picking up after the skids. After all, my siblings and I were raised with rules and expectations and leaving shizzit all over the house was NOT acceptable. I brought it up to DH - that the skids were capable of cleaning up their own messes and that they had to walk right by the damn trashcan or sink multiple times a day, so it was annoying that they weren't throwing away trash or putting dishes in the sink. But, hey, Children of Divorce! DH was a typical Disney Dad and didn't want the pwecious snowfwakes to do anything they didn't like because they might not want to come over! (This was after BioHo constantly withheld the boys and did her best to PAS them against DH.)

Anyhoo, it was irritating me to no end, DH and I were arguing, and I was starting to be cranky all of the bloody time and realized that I didn't much like my "new" personality. Me being cranky - okay, fine, I was downright BITCHY - was affecting DH's mood and we were arguing so much, our marriage was rocky. I wasn't going to change anything by being a bitch, so I did the only thing I could and disengaged. I told DH that I would continue to pick up after him, but I would no longer pick up after the skids. For a few weeks, DH did it (poor delicate COD!). Well, one day he didn't and missed a styofoam cup of pop on top of the entertainment center. A few days later, he realized that cup leaked out and there was sticky pop aaaaaaall over the wood, down the front, and all over the carpet. DH was NOT a happy camper! After that, he started making the skids clean up that stuff. Another time, he walked into the living room (no lights) and stepped on a gaming controller that had been left on the floor. That's when the rule was made that anything left out would be lost. Leave the tv remote on the floor? NO TV. You should have heard him lose his shizzit when he found a piece of bacon and a partially eaten piece of pizza under the couch and a pop can stuffed down in the sofa. I had to muffle my face in 2 pillows to cover my screams of laughter! From there on out, the 15 minutes before they were due to leave to go back to the 'Ho House became cleanup time.

So I guess when you have a physically exhausted man have to pick up after kids, he gets damn tired of doing it. That, and the SDs acting more and more like BioHo, which was/is totally cringeworthy and off-putting.