Mom on Strike?

Sometimes it's easy.  "It".  The word is deliciously vague, yet always refers to something specific.  I haven't written in two days because "it" wasn't coming to me.  The "it" was humour.  However, after a brief memory that came to me this morning, I do have an inspiration.  "Moms on Strike".

Kids aren't doing their chores and they're not following their schedule.  Of course, it's my responsibility to make them follow their schedule but I won't take all the blame because they have a responsibility to follow the rules.  Hunter is fighting the little things he's supposed to do and in general, I'm getting severely miffed.  Nothing else has changed; they're still asking for this and that; Mom can you make cookies; Mom can you make sure my shirt is clean for tomorrow; Mom can you make this or that; Mom can you take me here.... I'm feeling like ... a Mom.

I've been outside the home many times over the past nine years.  Work, school and work; I've not always been at home.  I am perfectly aware that whether or not I "have time" to do these things, they will still be requested.  Everything still has to be done.  My question is why does it have to be so one-sided?

I watched a movie on W once, called Moms on Strike.  I honestly don't think I had any personal experience with the whole thing at that point but I didn't doubt the premise.  And though I know that as much as I would like to go on strike, it is unlikely to happen.  In fact, I consider the past two days of being outrageously tired and falling asleep while everyone else enjoyed a nice dinner as a "feeler" for being on strike.  As I suspected, I just have more to do now.  So a strike doesn't seem like a good idea at all.  Maybe I just needed the reminder.  In writing.  "Hi-ho, Hi-ho" people.  Those dishes aren't going to wash themselves.  Grumble, grumble.