Honesty

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.