Tuesday, March 29, 2011

My Sticker Chart

I have zero consistency when it comes to a reward chart/chore chart/marble jar/system for my kids. I am enthusiastic for a couple of weeks and then I get lazy and abandon it for my former, tried and true method of frustrated yelling.

But just because it doesn't work for them, doesn't mean it can't work for me.

I need a sticker chart. I need something to kick start my inert ass and keep me motivated. My mojo, I'ze lost it.

This morning I got Julia off to preschool and Henry down for a nap and walked into the bedroom to get on the treadmill. Instead, I got in the shower. I'm not even sure how it happened, one minute I'm looking at my shoes and the next thing I know I'm in the shower. I get dressed and think "I'd better fold those clothes." and then suddenly I'm sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee looking at Easter dresses online.

What I need is...a success. I have been piling up failures recently (half marathon in April? Yeah, no. No refined sugar for Lent? How about not between the hours of 12 a.m. and 6 a.m.?) and it messes with my head. What I need is to do something good, and solid, and mojo building.

Maybe I'll catch up on the baby books.
Maybe I'll scrapbook a page with pictures from Katie's play.
Maybe I'll organize my closet or clean out the attic!

The possibilities are endless! This is going to be great, I am really going to get some shit done around here. I am getting back on my training schedule and will once again be a running machine. I am going to whip this house and these kids and myself into tip top shape! I am BACK, bitches! I'M BACK!

Right after I have another cup of coffee.


  1. I'm right there with you on the chore charts. I do them religiously for a week, then forget to keep track. So much for positive rewards, right? But for me, a to-do list works wonders. Have to go to the grocery store? Make grocery list, go to grocery store, both make my list, and at the end of the day, I'm crossing two things off!

  2. I'm glad I'm not the only person whose goals go mostly unfulfilled. I keep looking at my yard and thinking, man, somebody ought to clean up those sticks. Oh, wait, I guess that's me.