Without adult supervision, my son and I were under no pressure to pick up after ourselves. That is why the family room floor looked like a combination of Jurassic Park meets Hot Wheels in the middle of a train track. When Mom's around, I suspect, she's secretly worried company will drop in and our den won't look like a Southern Living photo shoot. My son and I do not share such concerns. We weren't expecting company.
Homework is taken quite seriously at our house.
It is taken so seriously that it could not be entrusted to a man old enough to have voted for Richard Nixon. That's why my son's mother made sure he completed all assignments before she left town. Fine by me. That left more time for educational television. Bath time around our place is a nightly ritual enforced with all the flexibility of a CDC quarantine.