I don't want to clean my son's bathroom (ew)...put on your Big Girl Panties, your rubber gloves and a face mask and just do it, preferably right before your shower, and maybe even naked.
I don't feel like walking today...put on your Big Girl Panties, your shoes and just do it.
I don't know what to write today...put on your Big Girl Panties, sit at your computer and just start typing.
I don't care to fight with my kid about eating his broccoli...put on your Big Girl Panties, make the damn broccoli and just set a good example and eat it yourself first.
And here's a big one:
I don't have a clue where to begin to help my kid succeed in school...put on your Big Girl Panties, talk to his teacher, and be willing to go in every day, STUDY THOSE MATH FACTS every day, and give him the opportunity to rise to the high expectations he is more than capable of meeting. In other words, make him put on his Big Girl Panties.
Self-discipline has never been something I tap into easily. But the payoffs are magical, numerous and probably limitless (I say probably because I only just started so I don't actually know for sure yet, but I have an inkling). For instance, you won't be embarrassed when the Potty Queen is over, however briefly and unexpectedly, and must use your bathroom. If you just put your shoes on first thing when you change your clothes in the morning, you'll be more likely to walk, which will feel great and your dog will love you even more and won't pester you so much when you're trying to write, which could eventually lead to something delightful and unexpected even if you didn't know in advance what you were sitting down to write that day, but that probably actually came to you while you were walking.
And best of all, the kid who cried daily about math homework and took hours to complete five problems, suddenly answers, "Actually math," was his favorite thing at school, when, "Recess," was the usual answer to the daily question. Not only that, he approaches homework enthusiastically, and completes it in a timely manner and has time to actually play after dinner on a weeknight.
So what if he still doesn't eat his broccoli with similar enthusiasm...neither do I. But this recipe from The Barefoot Contessa might actually rectify that situation in the future. And here you go, in case you need your own set of Big Girl Panties.