Oh, when?

When can I expect my midgets to truly grow up? What does ‘grown up’ mean, even?

Starting this week, everyone here is doing his or her own laundry. Enough is enough and the last straw for me was seeing dirty clothes on the bedroom floors. Currently I wash everything that’s in the communal basket, but if it’s not in the basket I don’t. This means I wash & dry, fold, and bring back upstairs to the bedrooms. Well fuck that, if the effort of putting dirty clothes in or around (if the basket is full) is just too much for a certain boy and girl. Fuck that.