Sometimes I walk into the living room and yell, "I quit!" Everyone looks at me. They aren't sure what this means.
Then, as the evening wears on, every time they say, "Mom!" I say that mom doesn't work here anymore. When they call me by name and want me to do something, I quote them my rates for said request. Then they have to decide if they want it badly enough to pay me for it.
No. Not really. But sometimes I want to.