Have you ever gone on a trip overseas and realized that your money wasn’t worth as much as theirs? You go, hoping to buy some mementos or some small keepsakes. You promise family and friends to bring something back for them. And then you slide your money through the little window at the exchange counter and the lady slides back a significantly smaller amount. Suddenly, you are left wondering if you can even afford to buy a bottle of water let alone gifts. It’s a depressing feeling knowing that your currency isn’t worth much.
That is how I’ve felt for the past few days after realizing that my newfound currency with Truett isn’t as effective as I first thought. I was so excited that having him sleep in his sister’s room was enough to deter him from continuing to get out of bed and throw clothes around the room. But, while the behavior is less frequent, it is still occurring. This was going to be my go-to form of discipline. I feel like I traveled to a fantastic place only to realize that they use American dollars for fuel in the winter. Whatever currency Tru is dealing in, it’s stronger than mine. The exchange rate at my house is the pits.
photo by KalyanB http://www.flickr.com/photos/kalyanb/2090991420/
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