So some actual rocket scientist at work was successfully phished, locking down our network and forcing a password change. Except none of the login failures indicated this, so I had a frustrating hour trying to set up to work from home tomorrow. Hot tip to IT: if you're forcing a mass password change, maybe put that in the login failure prompt, not in an email ( and vmail that converts to email after x hrs) that users cannot access! Especially in peak vacation times. Jesus. Fucking rocket scientists.

But it was an offer for free tickets to Neil deGrasse Tyson!

Speaking of phishing, apparently multiple regime members have been phished already.

Top. Men.

Yeah. I need to get the kids doing more on the chore front. The chore board seemed to help some this weekend.

I just finished up with chores for today not too long ago.

Well, I probably should clean up in the kitchen, but I'm feeling too tired. Started getting it while cooking dinner but the noise irritated my wife so I quit cleaning.

Started getting it while cooking dinner but the noise irritated my wife so I quit cleaning.

So, because she was irritated by the noise, she's going to do the cleaning later, right?

So, because she was irritated by the noise, she's going to do the cleaning later, right?

Wrod.

There were three of us and we ate downstairs in the family room, so everything and to be carried up or down on a big tray. One set the table, one cleared and one rinsed the dishes, loaded the dishwasher and wiped the counters. This started when we were preteens. We all had to make our beds and keep our rooms somewhat clean. Had to put our laundry away, as well. The rest of the housecleaning was my mom, though.

Growing up we did all our laundry starting in 5th or 6th grade and we were on our own for dinner Sunday night starting about that same time. We swapped the following chores each week:

Set 1: vacuum living room, hall , and den. Dust living room and den. Set 2: clean our bathroom and wash towels and sheets.

We had to fold laundry, iron my dad's clothes, wash dishes, wash cars, clean our rooms, take out trash, burn the trash, water and weed the garden, water trees down our country driveway (think 4-5 houses linked together) as told.

Feeding the animals switched off daily or weekly. When we had chickens we both had to feed and clean the chicken house daily.

My brother mowed which was completely unfair as he had allergies.

Starting in first or second grade, I starting taking my turn along with my sibs at setting and clearing the table. I remember folding clothes as being more fun than chore because "Oooh, warm laundry!" However, putting my own pile of folded clothes away seemed like torture to me. Starting in fifth grade, I learned to use the washer and was responsible for my own laundry. That summer or the next, I learned how to operate the lawn mower and took turns with one brother mowing ours and the next door neighbor's lawn; no more allowance after that, neighbor paid us $4-5 for the job. When my sister got married and had my oldest nephew, for a while she brought her laundry to the house and paid me to wash it for her. Privileges such as staying up late to watch a tv show could be earned by vacuuming the living room, although at a certain point around sixth grade my mom decided that since I was waking her and my older brother up and making their lunches along with my own, I could more or less set my own bedtime.