I should be...

I should be grateful, really I should.
I came home late Saturday night and found a kitchen full of dirty dishes. Keep in mind, I left a clean kitchen after cooking Saturday afternoon for a reception. A heavy sigh and decision to do the dishes before church in the morning, I went to bed. The dishes bred like bunnies in the dark and there were even more Sunday morning. But I did them, left clean kitchen and went off to be holy. Or something like that, but there was definitely a clean kitchen. I returned home and found more dishes. Arrrrggh!
Now, I had to do more dishes before cooking for yet another function, and then clean up after myself. Another heavy sigh, a look toward heaven and on I went to said function.
When we arrived late afternoon, our oldest was creating a dinner masterpiece. George and I were not going to eat, but everyone else was and there was much chatter and laughter. Can't argue with that or even remotely grumble. I looked at my kitchen and then at my kids. I stated the amount of times I had done dishes over the past few days and that alot of it was due to their grazing. I wanted the dinner and prep dishes done and my kitchen clean.
The directive was repeated and met with groans of understanding. I descended to the basement to be out of sight.
I could hear throughout the evening, my son and daughters in the kitchen bargaining with one another who would and could do what. I did not, repeat not, intervene.
This morning I found a relatively clean kitchen. Oh the floor is sticky from making juice and the thought that some of it went on the floor obviously escaped whoever made it. The table and stove were overlooked and there were still some items left from the night before. So, I should be grateful they did the overwhelming majority of the dishes.
I should be...
But, man! When will they see all of the kitchen and not stick to letter of the directions? When will they see or feel the sticking to the floor?
Stop it! Take a breath.
It will happen.
I just I hope I will live to see it.