Thursday, November 17, 2011

On Accepting Help (and the universe paid for my cheesecake)

It has always been hard for me to ask for help. Growing up I never asked my parents for help with my homework and I never sought out my teachers to inquire about receiving extra-help. Similarly, at work I very rarely asked my colleagues to explain things to me or assist me with projects. I am so anti-help that I usually even refuse it when someone offers. I don't really know what my problem is. It's not that I'm too proud; I think it's that don't want to put anyone out, or take up their precious time.

But you know the saying, desperate times...  So when two very lovely ladies I know in real life (who also read this blog) each offered to come watch Carina for a few hours this week so I could 1. get out of the house or pack for our move in less than two weeks and 2. prevent a complete nervous breakdown, I did what was really hard for me to do...accept.

Tuesday I got a few hours of packing in, and yesterday I went to Target and just wandered around for an hour. It was freeing. I didn't have to worry about Carina fussing, or rushing to get home so M could get to work. After Target I had a lovely lunch (below) at Barnes and Noble after perusing some books. That's a slice of Cheesecake Factory Godiva cheesecake, and I savored every bite as a shoveled it into my mouth. I almost couldn't finish it.

On my way out to the car I found a $20 bill. I looked left and right, but didn't see anyone at all. So, I pocketed it, smiled, and headed home to my happy smiling baby. I'm feeling relieved that just a few short hours to myself can make me feel this much better.

Do you have issues with accepting and/or asking for help?

P.S. Thank you so so much! (you know who you are) ;)


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