Over the weekend, my husband and three younger kids went to help pack up and move our eldest daughter home for the summer from her college dorm room.  As I got my lunch prepared, I went to get a glass of milk for my lunch.

Yeah…this is how much milk my kids left me:

Now, I vaguely remember my aunt getting frustrated with me a few times in my youth.  The reason why?  Because I’d leave about this much milk in a jug or would not take the time to replace the toilet paper roll in my bathroom.  I’d just pull out a new roll and use it without putting it on the roll.  You know, where it was supposed to be!

Guess what?  Without any prompting by me, my children are carrying on those very frustrating traditions.  If I told my aunt, I’m sure she would smile and remind me I was the exact same way growing up.

And I would do my best impression of rolling my (formerly) teenage eyes, give her a great bit (formerly) teenage sigh and then turn around and go back to my room.  Without fixing a darned thing.  Ah yes, I am feeling her frustrations just about now and wondering which teenager, in our house, would be the next one to roll their eyes at me, sigh and then go hide in their bedroom.