So I have worked for this family for almost a year and a half (not a live in, but 45hrs/week). They have 4 kids aged 2-11. The 11 year old is awful. The 7 year old is either great or awful. It's a 50-50 chance on what you're going to get with her. The 5 year old literally haunts my nightmares. The 2 year old is usually pretty good, but I have a sneaking suspicion it's bc he's so young. The thing is. Even with the kids being bad, I could handle that, but the parents have almost zero respect for me or my time.
This week alone, I have stayed more than an hour late on three different days, with no notification at all, or apology after. They will make plans for the kids and not tell me anything about it til the day of, including play dates where I will all of a sudden be taking care of other extra children that I've never even met before. The work load has steadily increased with no pay raise (even though I was told I would get one at 3 months and again at a year). I have always been responsible for the kids laundry and basically maintaining any of the areas the kids go. Not to mention that they supposedly want me to get the kids out of the house to do fun things, but they seem to be offended if I have to use gas in the van to get them anywhere. So I feel like they're upset when I don't take the kids places, but I get interrogated if I do go somewhere.
Over time, though, that has evolved to me usually doing the parents laundry (which I should also be getting paid extra for according to them, but don't), rounding up the parents dishes, loading and unloading the dishwasher, sorting out closets, sorting seasonal clothes, and making dinner 2-3 times a week even though I get off at 5. This is for SIX PEOPLE. Plus on top of this, I do pickups from school and homework. And now, they are looking at moving, and every day I'm asked to pack something up or haul something off or deep clean something.
After that, I don't want to go home and clean my own home or cook my own food. It's making me crazy. The last straw came when I got a text saying that I was keeping the house up to their expectations. I AM NOT THE HOUSEKEEPER.
Half the time I am in tears when I get home, and dread coming in each day. I want to put in my notice next week. I would give them until Nov. 15 to find someone new. The problem is, I have a huge anxiety issue (which has been greatly exasperated with this job), and have been physically sick even thinking about telling them I want to quit. Any advise?
P.S. Sorry for the length. Once I started venting I needed to finish.