We Don't Cheat

A Sneak Peek Inside Wifey’s House

Friday’s Confession ...

When I first started Wifey’s House every Friday, for some strange reason, I felt compelled to tell on myself about something I probably shouldn’t have thought, said or done. Go figure. Well, here I go again.

Yesterday I was quizzing my son on his multiplication tables and caught him trying to sneak a peek at his notebook when he didn’t know an answer.

“We don’t cheat,” I told him sternly. “I’d rather have you get it wrong, than cheat.”

I stood on my soapbox for a few seconds longer.

“Did you hear me?” I asked my 6-year-old daughter.

“Yes, mommy.”

“OK, I just want to be clear. We don’t cheat – ever!”

And then I sat down, held my breath and waited for the lightening to strike. Coincidentally it was raining in Atlanta, but God must’ve had bigger fish to fry because I never saw the bolt.

I confess, I cheated on a math test in the 6th grade. Sorry Mrs. Kolinski. No, I wasn’t a serial cheater, but I did look to the left during that particular test and changed my answer to match the girl’s next to me. I was wrong, I felt bad and I quickly learned my lesson. The girl’s answer was incorrect and my original one was right.

*insert sigh here*

Thanks for letting me get that off my chest. Now I feel better and can tell my children not to cheat with a guilty clear conscience. Did I share with them the blemish on my record? Um, no. Maybe one day I will, when they are old enough not to hold it against me.

Winks & Smiles,

Today’s workout: Legs and cardio. How about you? Make sure you do something to take care of you!