Last night at around 9 after spending seven consecutive hours in daughter's room with her, 'transitioning her things' from school to home' while everyone else in my family made themselves totally scarce -- lest they be imposed on to do something heroic like bring up a new garbage bag and take the filled bag out to the (attached) garage -- I emerged from her room and headed downstairs. Whereupon I discovered the luggage I had tossed down the basement stairs 6 hours ago, was STILL lying at the bottom of the stairs where I had tossed it approximately 6 hours ago, once again, severely over-estimating the ability of the men in my family to take a hint.
I then proceeded to lambaste all of them throughout dinner. It was ugly and I am not proud, but it was nonetheless effective. About an hour later, as my youngest son started to climb the stairs to go to bed he saw several things on the stairs waiting to go up, and said 'did you want me take these up' to which I said yes thank you, please put them on my bed' and I heard him mumble to himself, 'yep I’m goin’ up and I’m steppin’ up.'