Spaghetti nights call for a bath immediately afterwards. We’ve been working on chores and so far they are pretty good about helping me clean the kitchen. The more consistent I am, the easier it is for them. This week we’ve been trying to have it done before Ryan gets home so it doesn’t eat into their small amount of time together. One sweeps, the other wipes down the table, and the next week it switches. They both prefer wiping. I’m reading the last book in a series about rebuilding a community after everything falls apart and it always creates an urgency in me to turn them into hard workers. I’ve got a lazy streak in me myself, so it’s good for all of us.