Two weekends ago, I went grocery shopping. It was a “stocking up” trip and I wasn’t planning on going again until this weekend, so I was dismayed to find out a few days after my shopping trip that we were out of Dixie cups for the bathroom. But, I wasn’t about to run to the store again just for that. Another week passes and Jake says to me, “Someone needs to get more Dixie cups out from under the sink”. Really? More than a week passes and that kid doesn’t even attempt to take care of the problem himself (not that he would have been able to seeing that we were out, but still). Sheesh.