Patches of mud are sprouting everywhere – and not just in the house.
The teenager and his adorable tween sister have grown surly from months of being cooped up with every form of entertainment imaginable. Is it any wonder that requests for cooperation or housework are met with unalloyed resentment?
"OH MY GOD," they exhale with as much indignance as they can muster without taking their eyes from whatever urgent text message they are currently receiving.
How can they be expected to pick up their own hairbrushes, dirty socks, milk glasses, pizza crusts, stray homework, gum wrappers, Pepsi cans or wet towels? Can't you see they are right in the middle of SOMETHING?
Whatever it is, it is more important than whatever you are doing. What exactly is it that you do all day anyway? Seriously, the 15-year-old wants to know.
Wouldn’t it be faster to do it yourself instead of standing there railing at the children? How long did it take you to make all those little signs? That is not even his mess. Probably. Or if it is, he is going to take care of it. He will.
He says he will. OH MY GOD. You could have done it yourself by now. He was going to do it. Also, he needs money. Why is there never anything to eat? When are you going to take him to get his hair cut?
She writes NO WAY across the chore list you have taped to the door of the refrigerator. She says something under her breath. It sounds like "beach."
It sounds like Miami Beach.


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