Tonight, I did something that would probably mortify Hubby.

I asked for help.
On Facebook.

Yes, you read that right. I posted an open invitation for someone to watch The Bear tomorrow morning while we have the Change of Command Ceremony as my Facebook status.

I want to go. The Bear was welcome to go, but I really didn't want to spend an hour trying to shush him instead of paying attention.

I was never the type to ask for help. I would rather suffer completely overwhelmed than to admit I'm not able to juggle everything in the entire world.

I'm not sure when the shift happened in me. I would have to guess it was about month 4 of Hubby's deployment. The Bear is sturdy enough now that I can leave him with other people. The first year of his life I had the "he's nursing" reason that we couldn't part. It's good for him (and me) to have our little breaks.

I admitted it to the world on Facebook so I might as well do it here as well.

I need help sometimes. And, I will ask for it.


Sharon said...

You are a STRONGER person for being able to ask for help! I know that sounds totally ironic. When my hubby was deployed 1/2 the women in my mom's club had NO CLUE because I kept carrying on like nothing was different! I guess in some ways that is good but man...would I have loved for someone to have offered to help!

Sherry said...

Good for you! There is no weakness in a mom asking for help! We all need it from time to time--even those of us who have husbands at home.

d.a.r. said...

I think you are a stronger person for being able to ask for help!! I still can't do that. As much as I need it or want it, I still can't swallow my pride and ask for it. Good for you!

Anonymous said...