If you can’t beat 'em, join 'em.
Have another child, but do not teach them anything about appropriate behaviour. Holiday in Florida for top-up lessons. Feed them badly, on a high sugar diet broken only occasional trips to McD’s. Reward “throwing food at the wall” behaviours.
Good luck! Your (presumably 2nd) child could grow up to become POTUS!
I’ve had several situations where an ill-mannered kid tried to get my attention and I ignored them. The mother then sneers and says, “so you don’t like kids?”
“I love mine more than I can express, but want nothing to do with yours”.
Whatever you do don’t let him off the hook! Have him empty the crud encrusted “clean” dishes.
Mine is similar. However we wash dishes by hand. But until someone gets the urge to do so, himself will very thoroughly rinse and restack dirty dishes next to the sink. Cutlery will be rinsed and placed in a cup. Pans will get rinsed and stacked. He happily spends time rinsing and stacking, and reorganizing the stack so it can reach the limits of balance and symmetry.
I find it ridiculous and have to say since you’re already handling each piece to rinse and stack it’d be sooooooo much easier to fill the sink with hot sudsy water and just wash the damn dishes!
I always wash dishes by hand after a meal, or during the time I’m cooking. My gf will occasionally point out that we should use our nice dishwasher so the seals don’t dry out (is that even a thing?).
So, we usually wash a load of dishes every few weeks. But I think my gf has given up. It’s been more than 6 weeks since the dishwasher was last used.
Perhaps you could set his place at the table using the gunky dishes?
Replace ‘Husband’ with son and 'dishwasher with ‘sink’ and I feel you.
Look, I’m glad you like bowls of cereal; they are good for you. But, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD can you please fill the bowl with water when you leave it in the sink? Those tasty flakes harden into cement over night and I end up using a Scotchbrite Scrubber for 20 minutes per bowl just trying to rip the icky bits loose.
And if I miss one, just one, Queen of Sarcasm starts up with the,
“Dear, do it right or don’t do the dishes at all.” bullshit.
Meanwhile Prince NeverWashedADishOne and Prince NeverWashedADishTwo happily game in their rooms. I’m surprised that I’m not berated for not leaving foil chocolates on their pillows.
“Staff seems frustrated and angry. One Star.”
Especially for two even with 3 meals/snacks a day. Even washing up after for four when I had overnight guests, breakfast and dinner was no big deal. I clean up as I cook. I had the dishes done and drying on the rack pretty fast. Quietly with no splashing it’s my zen moment.
This is the way.
My gf is the exact opposite. She leaves the kitchen a disaster, knowing I’ll tackle it. How do you get tomato sauce on cabinets I can just barely reach?
I just spent some unknown period of time in a state of total panic. It may have been 20 or 30 minutes but I lost all track of time. Some may recall that I now use a little credit card type wallet, which also contains my health card, dental card, debit card, driver’s license, points card, and other stuff along with all my credit cards. In short, it has everything in it. And it was gone!
It was missing from the bedside table where I normally keep it. When I checked my jeans pocket and it wasn’t there, either, panic quickly set in. I looked upstairs and downstairs in all the likely places and it was nowhere! I was losing my mind!
As it turned out, I had already lost my mind apparently some time yesterday when I put it in my desk drawer. Not an usual place normally, but I’ve never put it there before! What an unspeakable relief! In my current absentmindedness I should probably keep it permanently chained around my neck!
What prompted the search was completely trivial in retrospect, namely that I needed to find my credit cards because large bottles of Smirnoff were briefly available online so I ordered the max of 2. My panicked search was mercifully brief enough that the order didn’t time out. The “mercifully brief” part is not in reference to ordering the vodka, but to the fact that I could have a heart attack over this panic!
I tend to do this too, but he wants to ‘help’ by cleaning up the dishes we’ve used to eat dinner and anything else I might not have gotten to before the meal is ready. It doesn’t take much to mess up the entire load.
I thought you were going to say you ran out of your mail-order booze! 
LOL! 
No, that would have made me very sad, but not panicked. Seriously, I was in a literal state of panic – by every medical definition – over the lost wallet. What a terribly disturbing experience!
On the booze front, the larger 1.14 liter bottles of Smirnoff of which I ordered the maximum of 2 is currently listed as having 9,965 in stock. So why the paltry limit of just 2 bottles per order? Because according to my estimates of order volume in this crisis, even with the limit of 2 per order they might all be gone within about 7 hours.
As I mentioned before, this is an unprecedented situation in the liquor board’s history which has never before had a retail strike. It’s stressing all their systems to the limit, and I must say that so far they’ve been handling it very well. My understanding from contacts in the industry is that their IT and logistics systems are very advanced, and that undoubtedly helps.
Just want to ask the assembled Canadians: What is a “forty pounder” in Canadian booze slang? I’ve never heard that term.
40oz bottle = 1.14L
This would be a 40 of vodka: https://www.bcliquorstores.com/product/236323
40 imperial fluid ounces (not US ounces), now labeled as 1.14 liters. A mid-size bottle, in between 750 ml and 1.75 liters.
And here I always thought 40-ounce bottles were only for malt liquor.
On the subject of doing dishes: I live alone, so I just hand wash everything. I have a dishwasher, but I’ve never used it. But my policy is that everything gets at least a quick rinse and/or swipe when I put it in the sink, and if I feel it necessary I’ll fill a pot or bowl with water and leave it to soak until I actually wash it. I do the dishes every evening, no matter how few there are; I usually put everything in a dishpan of hot soapy water to soak for an hour or so, at which point all I usually need to do is wipe, rinse, and put them in the drying rack to be put away (usually the next day).
Some of my first beer drinking experiences involved 40oz bottles of St Ides which is pretty awful stuff but it was very cheap.
I soon decided to splurge and spend the extra $0.50 on Labatt Blue or Molson Export 40oz bottles. I was a big-spending 15-year-old.
Good times, good times.
Did Trump just get shot???
Several months ago, I was going out and checked to see how much cash I had. And my wallet was not in my purse. That state of panic is no joke. It had been two days since I’d left the house so that meant if it was lost, my financial life could be seriously compromised. I searched the house even though I always kept the wallet in my purse. I finally went out to check the car in case it had fallen out there and then remembered that for some reason I had put the wallet in the glove compartment two days before. What a relief that was.
At my age, you would think that I would know better than to put things in places that “make sense at the time”. But no. Today I am searching for something I bought a few months ago and now I can’t remember where I put it.