Mother on strike!

How many times have you told your kids to pick up their clothes?  Set the table?  Feed the pets?  These are normally assigned to each child to give them some responsibility.  I have to put my clothes in the hamper why can't they?  Bobby was six, Grace nine, Stacy was too small to give her anything to do.  Now with three children, I don't think I should have to be the slave here.  It did get to that point at times.  That is it, you are all responsible for your own clothes to make it to the hamper, if not they don't get washed.  They knew I washed clothes every day, just to stay ahead of it.  Bobby would throw his clothes on the floor and as promised, I didn't say a word.  Grace followed him.  Okay, I will not say anything.  I bit my tongue everyday, their dirty clothes were mounting up, on their floors.  Can't wait to see how long it takes.  After a week, they still didn't break down and neither did I.  All too soon they will be out of clean clothes.  Who will be first?  Bobby!  He came downstairs in the morning crying he had no clean clothes.  The rule is, the clothes go in the hamper or I don't wash them.  I didn't throw my clothes on the floor, so you can't either.  He pulled on a pair of pants that weren't too dirty and off to school he went.  That night he cleaned all his clothes off the floor and put them in the hamper, Grace did too.  For the next few days I did laundry 24/7.  Maybe this strike thing isn't so good.  It did teach them for a little while........