How embarrassing

I do something embarrassing on most days of the week and it pains me to admit this.

It is embarrassing enough that, if someone comes home while I’m doing it, I stop. I may even leave the room…

It doesn’t matter that my partner says he doesn’t care. I care. It’s embarrassing when he’s in the same room as me.

“I don’t care”, he says while seating himself at the nearby dining table, turning on his ipad.

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How after dinner snacking led to more help with chores

I observed an emerging after-dinner pattern in my son yesterday.

This pattern has been developing for a while, but I don’t think I paid conscious attention to it until last night. We were sitting at the table, digesting, when my son got up and helped himself to a handful of nuts from the counter.

snacking nuts

Why is he snacking already? The dinner dishes haven’t even been cleared yet…I thought to myself. Continue reading “How after dinner snacking led to more help with chores”

On exercise habits, writing, facing fears and entering contests

Someone somewhere once wrote that if you do a push-up after every bathroom break you take, it becomes habit and you won’t even think about it anymore.

Pee, drop down to the floor, do the push-up, get up, wash hands, leave.

Brilliant. Continue reading “On exercise habits, writing, facing fears and entering contests”