There comes a time when you have to stop nagging your teens (and the tween, ’cause he gets the older treatment years before the others did).  I have been working on it for a while.  Here is my latest attempt.  I write what I would nag them about on the index card.  I put it on the fridge.  There.  Done nagging.  If they choose not to do it, fine.  I did my part.  Here’s hoping it helps in saving my sanity.