Come on Down..

Lately, my life has turned into a game show. "Come on down!!! You are the next contestant on The Price is Right!!!" Sticker charts seem to be everywhere and, of course, after earning so many stickers, you get a prize. Toys, candy, stuffed animals, shoelaces, and so on. Thankfully, no automobiles in the driveway. (not yet anyhow)

Why are kids getting prizes you may wonder? I am wondering too. One kid earns a prize for pooping ~ granted there is obviously a pooping issue, hence the reward. Another kid receives a prize for getting ready for school in the morning without a battle. I must admit, our mornings are going splendidly with no battles, tears or yelling. The prizes have improved life drastically on many levels. The only downside is the constant purchasing of "prizes" and the little voice in my head often wondering, "What the he** am I doing?"

Are you wondering what I am doing too? Do you dish out prizes in your house? 

tricia

* note: names have been kept confidential to protect the identities of the pooper and the one I battle with every morning. :/