Motivation, motivation, motivation

Since none of our student sons is currently gainfully employed, you'd be forgiven for thinking they'd be doing lots of odd jobs around the house. Not so, dear reader. "We're on holiday too" they cry, petted lips at the ready. The bedrooms are dark, junk infested hovels I dare not enter. His Nibs insists that the more we do for them, the less they'll do for themselves. He has a point but their inertia/grunge tolerance level is significantly higher than mine. If left to their own devices the house would explode. Or I will...

So the question is not, "How do we get them to change their wicked grot generating ways?" but "How do we get them to do what we want them to do with resorting to cattle prods and water cannon?".

Yesterday, I did the unthinkable - I asked them nicely. Normally this doesn't work but I had a trick up my sleeve. I fed them their favourite lunch first. I then adopted a you're-both-so-much-stronger-than-me attitude and steered them in the direction of the garden. Thereafter, they set about digging and clearing in good fashion. The bedrooms are still junk infested hovels but the garden has been revolutionised. All the donkey work has been done, leaving me free to finish off.

Result!!!

I'll do the bedrooms myself when they've gone out socialising with their equally slothish mates.

Now, how do I get them to obtain paid employment without screeching "GET A JOB!!!!"...????