Saturday morning, Charlene was headed out the door for a run and a yoga class.  In passing, she mentioned how it would be nice to have a clean house this weekend.  Mental Note – “Wife desires clean house.” Check.

The boys, as Saturday morning tradition dictates, buried their noses in their tablets.  I knew what I had to do.  Be patient.  Wait.  Go about my business.  Timing was the key.

[Insert soft “buzz”] Text Received from Wife – “Headed home.” Got it.  Execute plan.  Timing was the key.

Throwing a load of laundry in the washer, I gathered the boys, and quickly distributed their assignments.

All – get your lazy butts dressed.

Ben – start your homework.

Sam – vacuum.

Jacob – dust.

Timing was the key.

According to plan, my svelte wife soon walked through the door and found a house full of productive activity.  Clean house?  No problem, see it’s all well underway.

See boys, happy wife.  Timing was the key.