So, I’m supposed to go on retreat this weekend since I postponed my original date to stay home with the girl who was grounded( hubby and son were going on a cub scout camping trip and wouldn’t be home to supervise her). This has been on the calendar since mid-January – it was not something that just popped up out of nowhere. This morning my hubby says he’s not sure if A. he can pick up the boy afterschool on Friday and B. be around this weekend to supervise the boy. In a normal family this would not be a problem because the teenage daughter would just have to babysit her nine year old brother.
Unfortunately, we are not a normal family. Teenage daughter and nine year old brother can not be together unsupervised for more than a few minutes before one of them does something that causes the other one to have a meltdown and then WW3 begins. So hubby says can’t you find someone to A. pick up the boy afterschool and watch him for an hour until the girl gets home and B. ask someone to take the boy for a couple of hours on Saturday. This should not be a problem for a normal mom but see above – we are not a normal family.
What if I do the unthinkable and ask for help? Why you may ask is that unthinkable. Mainly because I have an extremely hard time asking anyone for help. It causes me enormous stress to even think about asking for help. There are many reasons – I don’t want to be a bother, I don’t want to seem needy, I think my family should be able to handle things if I can’t, I worry about what others will think of me, I worry about how my child will behave, I worry that I won’t be able to return the favor, and on and on.
Today however, I was looking at my vision board and saw the Eleanor Roosevelt quote – Do one thing everyday that scares you. So I did it. I asked a mom at the bus stop if she could watch Matthew for a couple of hours this weekend. I offered her the two options and she volunteered for both! I nearly cried I was so relieved to have actually done it and so grateful that she said yes. Of course I am still worried that the boy will misbehave or that she thinks I’m a bother but I’m going to try and not think about those things. Instead I’m going to be proud of myself for asking for help and for making sure that I get what I need — some time away/some time for myself this weekend.
After reading over this I want to add that it is a busy time for my husband – he is shutting down his business and moving equipment into a new building. I’m just frustrated that he ended up doing it on this weekend when he knew that I wouldn’t be around. I feel like he should have planned things a bit better since he has been working on this for the last two months. I feel like the family’s needs have not been considered lately and it has been stressing me out a bit. I don’t know if things could have been handled any better but I wish they had been handled differently.