The thrill of victory:
- He’s an excellent worker in the “redecorate the bedroom” project, handling all the tasks I either hate or have no skill for.
- He’s quite pleasant and responsive when asked to take out the trash and recycling for pickup the next morning.
The agony of defeat:
- His half-baked brain (always remembering that brain development isn’t complete until at least age 25) construed these two overflowing bins to NOT be candidates for emptying into the large, curbside recycling container, even though we’ve been following this same procedure every week of his entire life.
20-year-old males: You gotta love ’em. Or throttle ’em.
Mom Goes On 
They are so special, aren’t they?
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Always!
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Sounds exactly right! There’s something about being away from home for a few months that somehow removes all memory and awareness of any household routines, isn’t there. 4 months in a dorm has rendered my son incapable of putting the toilet lid down….
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I suppose there’s no one there to put the lid down for!
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I think you can love them and throttle them at the same time ha! 🙂
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I’m sure you’re right!
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