Several times each week, my sister and I chat on our drives to work. We catch up, apologize for being busy & not visiting as often as we'd like and occasionally vent about family or work. Our mutual therapy, if you will.
She'll be the first to admit she prefers to avoid confrontation, more of a go-with-the-flow-er. I (maybe because I'm the youngest?) usually stare confrontation down head on, sometimes even sadistically relishing in a good arguement.
She went back to work recently, after a few years overflowing with meal preparation, cleaning, laundry, errands, bills, paperwork, kids' sports, ironing, shopping, ++ at home. Going back to work may have even seemed like a nice break, as long as everyone pulled their own weight at home with the aforementioned chores.
In the beginning, they did pitch in ...
So last night, after working all day and going straight from work to a sport fundraiser meeting, she arrived home late to a family on the couch, no dinner for her, laundry on the floor and a sink full of dirty dishes. Much out of character, she marched into the living room and announced that no longer would the sink be allowed to fill with dirty dishes. Each person WILL start to pick up after themselves and rinse their dishes, place them in the dishwasher and the family would take turns emptying it.
The best part... it was officially declared NeNe's Marshall Law of the Kitchen!
I nearly laughed myself off the road!
Apparently my gripe sessons upon coming home to dirty dishes when our niece or nephew was babysitting had caused their belly aching on more than one occasion :) They were being paid, so I did not want to come home and clean up after them, especially if they had time to sunbath while babysitting. Mean, aren't I?! So adding the new title gave the family speech even more zing!
Am sure I'll be warmly greeted with open arms on our next visit!
* And J/S/J ~ don't be rough on your mom. The above article has be enhanced a tad for Reader entertainment :)