That's what I love about Praxis. The calm.

So about the household:

primal_pastry dispatched her Eldest Child and Youngest Child to clean up the kitchen after dinner.

Eldest Child and Youngest Child began to do so. After much squabbling, they emerged.

primal_pastry informed them that the kitchen had better, in fact, be done, or there will be grave consequences, as she was down to her last nerve, and they were tap-dancing on it.

Eldest Child and Youngest Child returned to the kitchen. After much squabbling, they emerged.

primal_pastry asked them, "Are you sure?" and informed that if she went into the kitchen and found one thing left undone, she would indeed scream bloody murder.

Eldest Child and Youngest Child returned to the kitchen. After a suspicious lack of squabbling, they emerged.

primal_pastry asked them, "Are you suuuure?" whilst aiming a patented Level 7 Mom Stare of Flaming Evisceration. They nodded that they were. She went to the kitchen.

Precisely 12 seconds later, primal_pastry screamed from the kitchen, "OH MY [expletive deleted] GOD." This was because Eldest Child and Youngest Child had wiped down the counters, put clean dishes away and loaded dirties into the dishwasher, all while completely ignoring the pile of seaweed and shaved fish heaped in the sink. This, I believe, qualifies as Fail.

As she staggered into the living room with the glowing embers of festering disbelief dancing across her darkening eyes, I offered my counsel. "Well...it's mostly done. Except for, y'know, the mound of shaved fish...."

Her response: "You had better blog that."