I'm not particularly good at asking for help and honestly, 99% of the time, I don't even know where to start or what I really need help with. But I'm gonna start needing help soon. Today was just this crazy day. Today I was sitting in late afternoon traffic demonlooping things like "Why do the children have to have activities anyway? Why can't they just stay home and watch Nickelodeon? They don't NEED enriching things like dance and horseback riding. What was I thinking? I survived on Bugs Bunny and Brady Bunch reruns, after all." I never realized how much J does for me, around the house, with the kids, just, every day, all he does that makes it possible for me to be home with them, teaching Em and driving to activities and knitting and blogging and doing my own thing at my own pace. Except now? Now I get it.
You know the crazy thing is, this is just, temporary. This is not permanent. Big pain in the butt, yes. A serious chunk of time, yes. A huge change in our life? Yes. But really? Not very long at all. When I think about people who care for the disabled members of their families, the elderly, who do it alone and with no breaks or end in sight? I have tremendous respect for those people. Because we're not even halfway in and I'm whining like a big whiny thing. WHiny whine whine.
Dear Universe. Why, it's another
In other news, I am four decrease rows away from casting off my Olympics sweater back. Phwoar.