Nine people living under one roof is a recipe for a logistical nightmare. Sure, we post-college, fully employed adult children pay rent, but who’s taking out the trash, cleaning the bathroom sink, and drying the dishes? Enter the “Family Meeting,” a weekly gathering of the Schutte clan complete with a Dad Jokes Intro, a Schedule Session, and a (very popular) Bitter Complaints Section. Though our parents aren’t controlling the lives of their eldest children, some semblance of order and familial cooperation is needed when ages eleven to 26 live at home, so we dutifully set aside our various Sunday-night occupations and pack into the back sitting room.
And that’s when the fun begins.
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