Just a little while ago, we were cleaning up from making apple crisp when my mom asked me to rinse the last two pots. I answered yes and started rinsing, it took a while but when I was done, I noticed that there was still food on the counters and in the sink. Oh dear, The thought had just struck me that I had a window of opportunity to go and get on the internet and check my emails. My mom was in the shower, my dad was busy, and my sister was vacuuming, so there was no one to tell me what to do! I turned around and started towards the entry, only to find daddy bringing in a armful wood to stack in the wood box. So I waited, I didn't feel like saying excuse me, so I waited some more.... All the while my mind whirling, Come on, go back and clean that mess, no it's not that big of a deal! Oh there was a wash rag too that needed rinsed. I remembered that earlier my mom had complemented me for cleaning up so well after making the apple crisp topping. Now what would she think if I