The new school quarter starts on monday. Both Nichole and I will be in school, baby will be in daycare full time. So, I've been trying to get caught up and some of the huge cleaning out of the way so that all we have to do is keep it up every day while in school. (so hopefully this time the house doesn't go into disaster appearance) Nichole is responsible for anything to do with her or the baby. Lately she's been doing laundry, then leaving the washed clothes unfolded in baskets or piled on the folding table in the laundry room. If I or husband would do a load of clothes, sure enough, they'd be tossed out of the dryer onto the floor or wherever so she could do hers. This has been an ongoing problem getting worse with time. In the past I've folded her laundry and put it on her bed to get it out of the laundry room. The last couple of weeks I've refused to do it. Since Nichole will toss a load in everyday, it didn't take long before the laundry room became a mess. I'm talking a mountain of hers and the baby's clothing making it nearly impossible to even get to the washer and dryer. I've been telling her everyday to put the clothes away so I can do laundry and clean. I even stopped giving her rides hoping to motivate her. Didn't work. Okay, so it's God awful. So yesterday I decide it's time to tackle the laundry and the laundry room. (a feat unto it's self) It's so bad that I'm still doing laundry today. Although I have the stuff out of the laundry room and am now just doing the laundry I couldn't do because it was such a cluttered mess before. Ninety-five percent of the clothes I rewashed/folded yesterday were Nichole's and Aubrey's. (she has boyfriend, easy child, and boyfriend/'s family buy her clothes here of late when they have nothing to wear) FIVE hampers went into her room. And I STILL have at least 3 more of just their stuff to do. She and the baby now have enough clothes for about 3 people each. When she came home last night I told her to get them put away. I'd piled them onto her bed. She said she'd do it later because the baby needed to go to bed. I told her that if those clean clothes ended up back in the laundry room as "dirty" clothes again I'd throw them away. One of her tactics is to toss the clean clothes onto the floor instead of putting them away. Then after about a week of walking all over them she decides their dirty again and right back into the laundry room they go. Guess where the clothes are? grrrr Nichole has also been avoiding the cleaning by skipping out to boyfriend's house. On top of this, she's on a new kick for a puppy. (will this EVER stop?) She's been hounding me non stop for days, regardless of how many millions of times I've told her NO. Finally I got so sick of hearing about how she NEEDS a puppy that I told her "fine! Then move out and then go get a puppy!" It started again this morning when she started waking me up at 8am. Yes. My daughter thinks it's her right to wake me up in the mornings. Something we've been going round and round about since the baby was born. Now sleeping at night for me is a major problem. If it's not insomnia, it's my kidneys giving me hell. And my kidneys have been giving me major problems of late. (which is why the household chores have been falling behind) So I'm lucky to be falling asleep by around 4am. Nichole's in my room anywhere from 7-9am trying to wake me up. This morning I didn't get to sleep til after 4. So her waking me at 8 didn't exactly put me into a pleasant mood. Having her start in once again about the damn puppy the moment I came downstairs, only made it worse. I told her there wasn't going to be a new puppy in this house and to SHUT UP about it I was sick of hearing her beg like a 6 yr old! Nichole was instantly furious. Decided she was going to boyfriend's. Was smart enough NOT to ask me for a ride. Gets on the phone with boyfriend, they get into a huge fight because he doesn't want to come and get her. I said something to Nichole, can't recall what it was cuz it wasn't really anything, and she yelled at me to SHUT UP! OH NO SHE DIDN'T! NOT IN MY HOUSE LITTLE GIRL! I told her she WILL NOT ever think to speak to me that way in my home. She got mouthy. I reminded her that she IS NOT a child anymore and is living here only as a privilege. So she mouths off and tells me she's moving out. (while still fighting with boyfriend on the phone) How she hates it hear. How I'm an , ect. boyfriend will not give her a ride. It's 12 degrees outside with snow and ice on the sidewalks and side streets. She threatens to walk. Then asks him to pick her up. All the while fighting with him. She hangs up on boyfriend and proceeds to put the baby in her snowsuit. She is determined to walk to boyfriend's house. But then has the audacity to ask me if I'll give her a ride over there. I said sure, once she put all her clean laundry away and cleaned the livingroom and her bedroom. That made her even madder. So Nichole tells me she's walking to boyfriend's. I said fine. But when dcfs gets a call on her for taking the baby out walking in minus zero windchill, not to come crying to me about it. Somehow Travis slipped her the 5 bucks for cab fare. He couldn't stand the thought of Nichole taking the baby out in the cold. Is she going to move out? I doubt it. boyfriend has been avoiding the whole moving in together issue every since she came of age. And I seriously doubt his parents would welcome her with open arms. (especially after the recent row with boyfriend's Mom) Nichole has gotten into a habit of entitlement, using the baby as blackmail, and mouthing off, disrespting boyfriend and his parents. Now it's beginning to overflow here. Nope. Won't happen. I won't tolerate it. Baby or no baby, she will NOT live under my roof as an adult child and treat me with disrespect. The above things brought it to a head. But there are other things going on too. More and more Nichole is behaving like stepgfg did when she lived with us with Kayla. Even care of the baby is starting to suffer, and I find I'm having to stay on her about it. She's sliding backward into more of a "teen kid" role despite my efforts to stop it. As long as she can remain respectful, she can stay here. If she won't, well there is always the HUD apartment complex where she can live for free. Her choice. How on earth did I ever believe that once my kids were grown life would be peachy keen??