I live a good life. I don’t say that to brag, but rather to acknowledge that I’m aware that things are good for me. The people I love are healthy. I am healthy. I enjoy my days being Hailey’s mom. I am grateful that to have the ability to workout and the opportunity to enjoy cooking. I love my life.
…which is why I think I experience such guilt with asking for help. I rarely ask for help because I don’t feel as though I deserve it. Typing that makes me cringe, but it’s true. Who am I to feel stressed? I get to live this wonderful life. Who am I to feel overwhelmed? What do I need a break from?
But I do need breaks or eventually I break down. Like I did on Friday.
Toddlerhood is no joke. Along with growing curiosity, heart warming giggles and seeing Hailey’s eyes light up as she explores her world comes a growing sense of independence, tantrums, teething and in the past week, spotty sleep habits.
I love being a mom. I feel like I was born to do it, but some days it still exhausts me.
And Friday I finally broke. Through sniffly tears I told David I was exhausted and frazzled. I trudged right through confessing my need for a little extra “me” time while pushing the guilt of feeling selfish aside.
David was wonderful. He listened, offered ideas of what we could do to make things better and insisted I take a day to myself, which somehow made me feel more guilty.
Seriously, I’m working on the guilt. It’s unnecessary.
Instead of insisting that ‘no, no, I’m fine’, I snuggled up to him and just said thank you.
Saturday I enjoyed a morning with David and Hailey, then when the ice finally melted and nap time came, I took off.
I grabbed a green tea from the Human Bean and went to my happy place- Barnes and Noble. This time I didn’t head straight to the kids area. I took my time browsing magazines and books, grabbed a few and set up shop in- gasp- the adult area.
For a silent, uninterrupted hour I perused magazines and people watched. Then, this happened.
I can’t remember the last time I had a pedicure and it was pure bliss. I played on my phone, messed with the massage chair, then spent time just sitting there with my eyes shut.
From there I brought my book into Panera and snagged a fireside armchair to enjoy my coffee and blueberry scone.
A few times I had to fight my urge to call David to check in or to just go home because I was being overindulgent, but I stuck it out.
Over those hours, I felt a weight lift off of me. I was reminded of how much I enjoy alone time and became incredibly aware of how little of it I have these days.
After almost 6 hours out on my own, I was ready to go home. I literally skipped through the door. I might have twirled. I felt so relaxed, so light. Hailey ran up to hug me and David was stirring the chili he made for dinner. He makes a pretty good Mr. Mom.
The day was a good reminder to me that I’m not superwoman and that it’s ok to lean on people. That’s what husbands, family and friends are for. They say it takes a village to raise a child, and I believe it, but I’m learning that it only works if you actually let the village help.
Do you ever have trouble asking for help?
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