Nothing is perfect. Certainly not my wonderful - yet flawed - offspring. It is a rare night indeed that they don't have to be TOLD that the chore needs doing. Or else I face a pile of dirty dishes and counter tops when I wake the next morning. As if they somehow suffer some sort of selective amnesia once they have finished consuming the meal which was made for them.
OK. So, they need reminding. But once they are
Sometimes it still annoys me that the mindset seems to be that it doesn't matter where the clean dishes go as long as they are put away somewhere. Anywhere. Or that my idea of a clean counter top and their idea of a clean counter are miles apart. I'm talking like 'Earth and the end of the universe' miles apart.