Say it with me, “he-he-he-l-pu-pu-p.”
“Help Mommy” is a phrase I’ve heard my 2-year-old say about 10 times a day in the past week. When I hear him say it I laugh because he’s light years ahead of me when it comes to asking for help.
For me to say, “Help” is about as hard as it would be for me to do a split… on a tight rope.
But why is asking for help so hard?
I know two answers to that question…
The main reason I don’t like to ask for help is I haven’t cloned myself yet. Which is the fancy way of saying I want it done a certain way and in a certain time frame (preferably yesterday).
I’m also very adverse to inconveniencing people. I don’t know if any of you can relate, but I would rather stay up late into the night trying to get everything done than feel as if I’m being a burden to someone. I’ve always been like that. I will totally disregard my own dire needs to make sure no one is going out of their way. I’m trying to get past that. But if it bothers you, I won’t I’ll just keep doing it.
As you can see I need some help in this area, but I’m hoping that writing this post will help – HA! I said Help! That’s got to be a step in the right direction.
Another reason asking for help is so hard is – wearing the busy badge loud and proud.
Why people want to take on as much as possible so that they can polish that badge is beyond me. But I do weird things too (see above) so no judgement here.
Let’s talk about why asking for help is so necessary…
You’re not Wonder Woman.
The dress I’m wearing in the pictures is one that I set out to make myself. I saw the material in Joanne’s and thought it was pretty. I knew I had some time coming up in my week, so I set out to make it. My Mom is great at sewing and always has her machine set up, so I took it to her house.
Before I even got to her house my day got rerouted. Soon after I started on the dress, a text and several emails sent me into a tizzy and time started quickly melting away.
Once I realized I couldn’t make the dress alone, I had to let go of my pre-imagined strut in front of my husband. I was going to whip out the dress and brag that with all I had going on – I MADE A DRESS, YO. I would drop an imaginary mic, I had a whole thing planned.
I had to let it go and ask for help from my Mom. But you know what? I’m so glad I did. It was one of those days where I was getting pulled from every direction. Had I struggled through making the dress myself I would have been a frazzled mess at the end of the day.
Now I keep the dress visible in my closet as a reminder – ask for help. The only person who will be satisfied with you doing it all yourself is you. And even that will be short-lived because 10 seconds after you have your proud moment, you’ll pass out on the couch in exhaustion.
No reason for that. “Help” is one syllable away.
Want to see how to wear dresses like this one multiple ways? Oh I’m all over that.