My young helpers arrived at six, by seven I was still doing almost everything myself. The two girls were not there to work, and they showed some antagonism towards me when I showed them for the third time how to do the dishes, the pans, and keep my workspace clean. Both kind of stared at me with cold fishy eyes, and excused themselves to go to the toilet,. And that is how the night went. Every fifteen minutes first the one, then the other would tell me they needed the toilet, and the stayed away for up to twenty minutes.
The wee boy Gary, half the size of his twinsister Laura, was of different making, and he got stuck in and worked. He listened to what I told him, and it was a incredible how this tiny youngster scrubbed away at the huge pots and pans, and I was amazed to see how deftly he scraped the plates, rinse of the excess food, and loaded the dishwasher!
The only fly in the ointment was that he was so short that he couldn't reach high enough to be able to fetch me stuff from the high racks, or the top racks of the fridges.
When the girls came back after their twenty minute pee, I scowled at them, and  Francis then made a show of doing some work by taking a plate, open the tap a tiny bit, then held the plate underneath the small stream, leaning casually on the zink,  her eyes on the clock above the pantry door! Laura was not doing anything, and gary was doing salads for me. By this time I had no pans, and as the flaptop was not there anymore, I had to do all the steaks and stuff in the pans!
So I told Laura to clean the pans, and she nearly collapsed from shock, and said that Tony never told them that they had to scrub pans, and out she went, supposedly to tell Tony how horrible I was.
After a while Tony came back, his arm around Laura's middle, and I could see that she was putting on a show of utter misery, that for Tony's benefit,, and my neckhair attempted to all stand up straight! He then told me that they were brought in to do the dishes, and my running, fetching stuff for me, but scrubbing pans was not their job!
I exploded, and told him that in that case, he had better do it himself, as I was already behind with my orders, or I am quitting! So rather than upset the two girls further, he did the pans himself!
That was the start of many fights, as trying to get the girls to help took up more time than if I just did my own washing and scrubbing and fetching. As they were only allowed to work three hours because of their age, I still had to clear up and clean the kitchen on my own, but the blessed peace after they left was pure bliss!
I asked Tony for some help on Saturday mornings, because most dishes ran out on Friday nights, and I really struggled to get everything done before lunchtime, and I suggested young Gary, as he was a little trooper! But low and behold, eleven the next morning, with Gary already busy peeling potatoes, in sauntered Laura and Francis, who bolted straight to Tony when I told them that between them they had to wash all the pots I have used.
So in came Tony, strutting between the two young horrors, and I knew that his sympathy was not with me. So when he started asking me if it was really necessary for them to scrub the pots and pans, I flipped, and told him that I did not ask for them, only for Gary. He was in a flutter then, as I could see that this two girlies had him right where they wanted him, and told them that he would find them something else to do for the morning, and the three then left, giggling outrageously! I sighed, and made myself a cuppa, and gave Gary a coke!