I've silently been on strike since early October. I just couldn't keep up with the 5 "menfolk" in my house. I did basic cleaning; some Clorox wipes; Swiffer mopping. lots of paper plates. Laundry. I kept up on laundry.

Sunday evening, I come out of my room, and PITA 18 is down on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor! He said he was tired of living in this filthy house, and it was about time someone did something about it!

He proceeded- with minimal aide from his girlfriend- to thoroughly scrub the kitchen, hallway, laundry room and bathroom. He wiped down the walls. He put away all of his dad's crap and moved it to the basement.

Then after about 3 hours work, he announces, "I just mopped! No one wear shoes!"

You just have to be strong enough to wait them out...