So that's what she meant.

Years ago, and I mean, many, Mom once complained that nothing irked her more than when she cleaned the house, we all stayed underfoot doing openly nothing.

I get it. Didn't then. Do now. Because, really, I feel I could become a one-woman lynch mob. Dear brother played video-games today. I thoroughly cleaned the living-room, the dining room, the kitchen, bathrooms, vacuumed, laid away general decor, put up the Christmas tree, and room decors -- washed the sheers, rehung the sheers (which was a project on their own!) and picked up his cough syrup (requested) and two cases of Coke.

And he just asked what was for dinner.

Seriously. I understand murder is wrong. But, there should be allowances for fratricide. I mean, really. There should be. I'd be better of as an only child.