We’ve come to make a mess.

Resistance is futile.

The word of the day is: Futile.

[ fyoot-l, fyoo-tahyl ] adjective incapable of producing any result; ineffective; useless; not successful: Attempting to force-feed the sick horse was futile. trifling; frivolous; unimportant.

Try keeping the kitchen for five minutes when you have four kids.

Spoiler alert.

It doesn’t work.

Someone, somewhere in the house has a dirty dish.

Cod knows where it’s hidden.

Probably in their prison wallet.

The point is, they’ll instinctively will wait until you’re done doing the dishes before they bring it and put in the sink.

Maybe it’s fear that you’ll yell at them for bringing more dishes.

Maybe it’s your sudden reappearance away from the sink that reminds them they needed to put a dish in the sink.

Whatever it is, it’s the reason we have a chore chart in our house now.

Whoa.

That escalated quickly.

Yesterday was a long day and I’d rather relive it this early in the morning.

I do however need to go eat breakfast so I can digest before my race.

After the race, I’m sure I’m working around the house.

Until all the people show up for Aldis the Goldenboy’s birthday dinner.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC