Help

I've had my guardian angel alongside me today.


I have a doctors appt tomorrow at 2:30pm should this thing still be hanging around my throat and chest.


I have friends/neighbors that are willing to help without me even having to ask.

Now that is refreshing.
Sometimes asking for help is just as exhausting as needing the help.
You feel guilty by the pause on the other side of the telephone.

You feel as though you're putting people out by asking for help.



I've recently learned how to just "ask" for help when I need it. I may not always get a "yes, I'm on my way," but the fact that I've learned to ask for help is a milestone in my life.
Having children made me stronger.

Tougher.



Having a growing network of neighborhood moms that understand one another does play a tremendous factor into this. Especially today.

The family that we made a meal for due to mom having surgery has extended their helpful hand towards me.



Kathy called last evening asking me if she could please take Jackson for the morning, so that I may rest.

Kathy called two hours after picking up Jackson today and said, "I'd like to keep him for lunch, and then if it's okay, I'd like to drop him off at school with Gavin." "It'll help you out, and I know how difficult it is. You have been so helpful to me during my surgery, and taking my kids off my hands, I'd be honored if you'd let me keep Jackson for the morning. It'll give you some time to rest, do whatever you need to do, not have to interrupt naps with the little ones, they can go down earlier...."




What I enjoy about Kathy is how down to earth she is. You can talk about anything, and she'll just listen. She offers help without you having to ask of it. She doesn't tell you how to live your life, nor does she tell you how to parent. She doesn't tell you that you're doing it the wrong way just because one parent may enjoy Organic milk over Vitamin D. She's very accepting of people. She's very kind and has quite a funny sense of humor. She's stern with her children, but in the same, she allows them room to breath. Room to explore their environment. She can capture any audience with her soft spoken story telling and she's just a precious delight to be around.



Funny how help can come in different forms.

Here I am with such a huge family, and I'm getting tremendous amounts of help, while sick, by my neighborhood gal pals.

Go figure.

They don't care that I'm sick. They're not concerned that they may catch it. They're not worried about their children getting ill. Their main concern is 'what can we do to help out Crustybeef until she's feeling better.' They figure with the cold virus already running around, it's only a matter of time before it creeps into their household. They're not "germ-a-Phobos." They know how it feels to be home sick with children. They are the giving type. As I'd like to hope that Bigdogg and I are.



There are quite a few people out in this world that are the complete opposite of this. They judge. They point fingers. They refuse to help out. They are selfish people.They think your ideas are wrong. They think how you're raising your children are wrong. They pass judgement and wreak of arrogance. They're so consumed with themselves that they fail to see that the people in their lives need them too. They're never happy with anything that you do or say-remember, they're right and you're always wrong. They don't know how to agree with you, they don't know how to see your own thoughtfulness. They're so wrapped up in their own tiny dramas that they can't see out of their snowglobe they call Life.

Sad.

Wasteful shame.

It's nice to have this.

This network of help.



Welcome To Crustybeef~
Yes, it's very nice to have people in my life so willing to help out. To seek ME out offering help. And it'll be nice to offer them help back, when they need it.
Like I said, sometimes having to ask for help is just as exhausting as needing it.