That title is what it feels like these days, walking around with too many keys on my chain. Like I’m working as a prison guard… don’t prison guards keep a lot of keys on their chains? Think Shawshank Redemption… lol 😜
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.
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.
Why is he snacking already? The dinner dishes haven’t even been cleared yet…I thought to myself.
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.