I posted a "want ad" on the fridge tonight. Starting Sunday, the skids will have to "apply" for weekly jobs around the house if they want gas money.

Damn! The one task I truly want them to do at this point is to clean their bathroom Sunday. For the most part, I can ignore the dirty dishes, and they are pretty good about doing their own laundry. But due to the design of our house, we ahve no cabinets in the master bath (stupid, I know) so I use their bathroom in the morning for hair and make-up and putting in my contacts. I wipe up with Clorox wipes when I leave, and they are to do a major overhaul on Sundays.

Well it's WEdnesday. Loghead got on them last night since it wasn't do. this morning at 5:30, I go in, and the only thing cleaned was the shavings in the sink, but not the toothpaste globs on the counters. I cleaned it, but I let Loghead know I was NOT HAPPY.

Then I had my contacts in, and walked through the kitchen. There was sugar every where because Lazy Boye made lemonade last night. Loghead hadn't packed Gibby's lunch like he promised. One of those mornings...

I told Loghead if the skid mess was ever like that again, I was waking asses out of bed at 5:30, and he'd better damn well support me. Then during the day, I decided I was tired of working for my money and they don't. I'm not giving my money away anymore. That's all there is to it!