Back when I was working from home, I had one of those days at work. When 6:30 came around, I was beyond done. When I finally had a chance to leave my desk I was greeted by a sink full of dirty dishes and dishwasher full of clean dishes. The dynamic duo. You guessed it, that was the proverbial straw. I could hear my back cracking from the weight of it. I called two of my kids into the kitchen and started in on a rant filled with rhetorical questions such as, "Can you guys see these dishes in the sink?" and "Do you think it's fair that I should have to unload the dishwasher, wash the dishes, load the dishes, and cook dinner?" Thank goodness they knew that one was rhetorical because there's only one right answer to that and so help me, if they had gotten it wrong... I want to pause here to interject that my kids are really wonderful kids. And they're actually very helpful around the house. We can get the house looking pretty good in less than half