Last week I posted about a great idea I had to compete with my husband for a weekend away. The first person to workout and floss their teeth 50 times would get to do whatever they want for a whole weekend.
Now I wonder what was I thinking? I am married to the most disciplined man I know. He is now getting up while it’s dark and working out before he showers and leaves for work. Meanwhile I lay in bed till the last possible moment and drag my feet to start the coffee.
I think I will do it during the day but I haven’t. And then I open a bottle of wine in the evening and it’s all over.
What am I going to do? I am loosing! And there is no way I want my husband to leave me with the kids for a weekend.
What have I gotten myself into?