A weekend ago, I met a certain well behaved and organised little girl and was extremely ashamed at my disciplining skills.
So I have, very seriously and actively decided to get on their case and make them put their toys away just like they do it so efficiently at schol (as the teachers tell me).
So even though I have to scream my lungs out for nearly 45 minutes every evening and much to the chagrin of Ojas & Tejas, do atleast 5-6 rounds of flinging some toys into the balcony (and it feels damn liberating to do that), in the end, it is worth the effort and deeply satisfying to see them putting their toys away in the relevant boxes and bags.
And so now every morning, the home is not looking like as if a bulldozer had somehow found its way inside.
They are also being trained to put their clothes into the washing machine and NOT leave them around all over the house, so that in future, their wives do not complain that their mother never taught them to even put their chuds away.
I am certainly NOT putting their nightdresses now. The faster they learn to do their jobs themselves, the easier on me. The next step would be the school dress. Which means I need to give them minimum 15 extra minutes - which would be the total time taken for cajoling, screaming, scolding, praising, and they actually dressing themselves up!
And now I am actively convincing my Mom to come down and teach them to wash their bum! I can do only so much of screaming.