I’m well aware that I can’t do it all.
I harbor no delusions that I can be supermom and get everything done. Some things will have to give.
But while I might cross some things off my list of to-do’s because it’s not possible for me to be in two places at once or because there’s not enough hours in the day, what I leave on the list are all things that I take care of.
It comes down to what I can do.
Not what I can do with help.
Because I hate to ask for it.
I’ll gladly help out another mom. I’ll babysit her kids, drive one of her kids to a practice, pick another up from a game, no problem. I offer when I know another mom might have a conflict or just because I’ll be there anyway so why not take something off her plate for her. I don’t think anything of it- I like to help.
But I hated asking for that same help. Sick feeling in my stomach, anxiety ridden hated it.
I’m slowly getting over it.
I’m splitting soccer drop-off/pick-up duty with another mom because I can’t do both on my own without a clone or some sort of teleportation device.
I had to call another mom and ask her to pick up one of my kids from running because another one of my kids was sick and was fast asleep at home.
I said yes when one of the soccer moms offered to drive my youngest over to the other field for his game this past Saturday, so I could watch the end of my oldest’s game.
It’s finally sinking in that if I’m okay with helping other moms out, I shouldn’t have any problem accepting that same help when it’s me who needs it.