Repeating myself

I don't ask much from my kids, and as I sit here I wonder if that's the problem. But why is it that when I ask them to do the simplest task, its always a hassle?

I tell Jaiden to do dishes. Let me just say that the boy has it so much better than I did in this regard. He has a dish washer and all he has to do is empty the clean dishes,and rinse off and put in the dirty dishes. Then I want him to make sure the counters and kitchen table are clean. That's it. Maybe wash a couple delicate glasses that can't go in the machine, or sweep the floor, but nothing life changing.

So I say do the dishes and leave. A hour later I come back and there are still a couple dirty dishes on the counter, the floor has napkins on it, and the kitchen table is still sporting the Honeycombs they had for breakfast. Where is he? In his room chillin'.

Now let me explain, I'm a yeller. I fuss...at children. Do I like yelling? No. In fact when they are away, I rarely even raise my voice. It just amazes me that such little people can get on your nerves that much. Bless their hearts...

I'm just tired of having to repeat myself about stuff they should know by now. They can learn how to get all the secret levels on any video game, but noticing that the table is dirty seems beyond them.