[knock knock] Anyone home? Hey, Kool-Aid? Are you there? Where is she? Anyone know where Kool-Aid is?
I have been wallowing in self-pity, that’s where. See, Trey is out of town and I’m left to do all the work two parents normally are able to share. It’s not like he hasn’t traveled for work before. It’s not like I haven’t done the “single parent” thing before. I’ve done it several times over the course of the last 6 years. No, many times. More than I care to remember.
Sometimes it’s a weekend, sometimes it’s a week, sometimes it’s two weeks, but every time it gets harder.
Maybe it’s the age of the kids. 6 and just-about 3. They keep me busy; they keep the house messy – oh, wait, no that’s me. But they help keep it messy. And I’m forever trying to negotiate peace treaties. After this, I think I could help the Israelites and the Palestinians strike a permanent peace accord – surely that would be easier than getting those two siblings to get along.
I’m wallowing in self-pity because I can. Poor-poor me. I really shouldn’t be, though. There are others who are worse off than me, for sure. I have a roof over my head, food in the kitchen and a car to get me where I need to go. Also, I have friends that love me and are willing to help. Why is it so hard to ask for help? A dear friend and I were talking on Saturday and she told me “When you don’t ask for help, you rob someone of the opportunity to help you.”
When you don’t ask for help, you rob someone of the opportunity to help you.
Strong statement, that. Yeah, I have smart friends. I should listen to them.
So, I’m asking for help. Accountability from some of you readers out there. Have I cleaned the computer desk yet? How about picked up the toys? More importantly, have I read to Little Man today or is he plopped in front of the one-eyed babysitter? Have I played Little Pet Shop with Monkey today? Or helped her with her homework? What about those leaves that are scattered like so many thoughts out in the front yard?
Imagine how happy those kids would be if I raked up a great big pile for them to play in.
Imagine how much fun it’ll be for me to watch those kids scatter the leaves that I worked so hard to put in a pile for them.
They might actually get along… for about 5 minutes until one jumps in the pile before the other one and a fight ensues because the pile is no longer there and there are no more leaves to jump in because big sister or little brother spread them all out again and now there’s just no more fun to be had even though there are a bazillion trillion leaves out there that just need to be scooped back up and tossed into the air.
I think I should head to Israel.