This Time I'm Not Kidding!!!

I got up this morning completely sick of my messy house.  There was dust everywhere (isn't there always?) and the floors had not been swept like I asked ten million times in the last two days and the kitchen sink was full of the remnants from the mon-stars midnight munching!  And the laundry, eh, forget it!

Now, we have a pool and this pool gets used EVERYDAY!! So that means that everyday, there are bathing suits and towels, lots and lots of towels!! There is a clothesline right by the pool for them to hang their wet garments on. Do you think they could use it? Hell no! Everything ends up on the laundry room floor, wet and covered up with more things, sometimes wet, sometimes clean!

So I told the kids, ages:  16, 14, 12, and 11, that I am not the unpaid servant around here and they need to start helping out more and doing some chores.  AND that this laundry thing is out-of-control!  The girls (16 & 14 year old), don't really fall into this category because, well, they never bring me their clothes.  The 16 year old will do her own laundry (thank you Alex) but the 14 year old waits until she has seriously no clean clothes before she brings her laundry to the laundry room.  The boys (12 & 11)  use the laundry room as their own personal walk-in closet.  They never put their clean clothes away and the dirty ones just end up on the floor.  So I told them today, that if they are going to continue throwing them on the floor, I will pick them up, but I will throw them outside.  Not the backyard, but the front.  So after swimming, I guess they forgot, but I did not!!

Now, granted we have a 700 ft. driveway and chances are no one will see their clothes out there, but still. . . 

It's the point I'm trying to make, right?  I mean how much more simple can I make this for them?  The laundry room has three open baskets.  The dark basket is for dark clothes, the colored basket is for colored clothes and the white basket is for white clothes.  You get the point.

Well, the boys went for a bike ride and had to ride their bikes right past the front of the house to get to the back of the house to put their bikes away when they returned.   Do you think they noticed all their clothing laying in the front of the house?!  NOPE!  

At least they put their bikes away.  sigh. . . . . . . . . . . . .