Take beds, for example. The kids are supposed to make their beds. Mostly, they don't make their beds. I'll remind them about it, and for a day or two they remember and cheerfully make their beds. But then we're right back to crumpled beds. Of course, it takes me a week or two to remind them again, because I'm so busy reminding them to brush their teeth. And put away their dishes. And keep choke-ables off the floor. And be nice.
And then there is homework and fresh air and orange juice on the floor and diapers and dinner.
Is it even possible to keep all of this stuff moving in a semi-coherent direction?
I have drawn a few lines in the proverbial sand. For example, they have to wear clothing outside in the winter. Coats are optional; shoes recommended. But something must be worn. Outside of these strictures, however, is an ever increasing amount of leeway. Like the girls' hair (as evidenced above). And socks.