My personal trainer is tough.
“Mom, have you seen your workout chart?”
“Yes, I moved it. I got tired of looking at it on the refrigerator. (pause for a few seconds) Oh. Now I can’t find it.”
“That’s what you get for moving something that has a home. Now you have to do 40 pushups as a punishment”.
Drats. He’s right. Now not only do I have to do twice as many pushups, but I still have to find the dang chart.
I don’t mind admitting that I was wrong and he was right… not so much, anyway. But I do try to minimize it. I’m supposed to be setting a good example here. The kid is doing a fantastic job of using his checklist every day with no reminders, and here I am, putting things where they don’t belong. This is good incentive.
Uh oh. Now I’ve been caught writing a blog post instead of doing pushups. Gotta go.