I've sure got plenty of it, and it really is quite Delicious once you get past the bitter taste of lost pride.
Where is this going I have no Idea, but I just had to write it all down.
We have been remodelling our house since we moved in, and it will be 4 yrs this August. I really can't wait to be done. In the mean time we have also had 2 lovely little children. We had both been Volunteering @ church weekly and Kevin works overtime off and on. He always works of course. I meant the overtime was off and on throughout the years. I tried out doing childcare, So needless to say we've been busy. And lately things have just been coming to a head and I have learned that we can't do everything and we both need to learn to say no. And need to ask for help myself sometimes. I never ask for help, and this week I got myself in over my head, and I just had to. I was very humbled and I was forced to have my friends see my house @ it's worst and me @ my wits end. And I don't like crying in front of people.
This week has been insane, my house looked like a tornado hit. So I decided it was a dip your candy bar in peanut butter kinda day. I was losing my mind. My house is not typically this chaotic. I am a pretty organized person, and have a routine that works for our family. But I decided to undertake a crazy project of clearing out our bedroom and closet and painting it all. And I thought I could do it all myself and still take care of my munchkins and house and everything would be fine. Just like me to bite off more than I can chew. I was so very wrong. I felt @ first that I shouldn't ask for help, after all, I got myself into this mess, I should be able to get myself out of it.
Like I said, I was trying to mud and paint the closet too. So Alllll and I mean allll of our clean clothes were in the dinning room, along with some furniture. Waiting to be put back in the closet. And of course I think this is the perfect time to sort them and donate what doesn't fit anymore. What a mess. Now they are on my bed.
And on top of all that the Dishes were piled up,
The computer broke and therefore no phone.
The dryer broke and it was -my fault, ugggg! I forgot to put the filter back in after I cleaned it out and it sucked up some socks. I tried to turn it on last night and it revved like an engine and just burned out.
So needless to say the dirty clothes were piling up fast, I was trying to hang what I could but the pollen has been insane and my allergies are so bad my eyes are all swollen and I haven't been able to wear mascara for a month and I was told I look like a reptile or a turtle by more than one person. So I really don't want my clothes pollinated right now. And it's bad enough that I have the windows open so that the paint will dry.
And then my husband calls today and says "I invited my friend from work over and I completely forgot about it, is it OK if he still comes over for dinner tonight."
I said "Sure, just tell him the house is a mess and it might be a leftover smorgasbord tonight."
I am not upset with my hubby @ all I am just overwhelmed with my situation.
It has been crazy. The last time I had taken a Bloggy break, only a few weeks ago, our hot water heater broke and flooded the basement and our plumbing went @ the same time and there was raw sewage all over the laundyroom/bathroom and all over the clothes and the raw sewage was backed up into the shower. So for a week no one could take a shower cause there was no hot water and in the middle of all that it smelled like poopy in our house and then Hailey ran away remember. And every night Kevin was downstairs working on trying to fix everything. I helped with the nasty parts and did all the sanitizing, as I was worried about germs, being that he has a Heart transplant and a lowered immune system. What a nightmare. But we didn't ask for help and a friend told me stuff like this would happen until we learned to humble ourselves and just ask for help. And I didn't even tell church, when they called to ask if I could make a meal for a family in need, I pretended everything was ok and made the meal and "just kept on truckin'." I should have said no. But I have this horrible feeling that I always have to rise to the occasion and "just deal with it" and "do what I've gotta do" "I can handle it" and "be the strong one" and "serve serve serve" "I am the helper" I love being the one to help and come to the rescue. But, I need to learn to receive. I have such a hard time with that. I am prideful and I never thought I was. I really don't think I am better than anyone else. I love helping people and have a heart for the sick and the hurting and the poor. Gosh we have been there for sure. But we never let on. I never thought it was pride, I never wanted anyone to feel bad for us, and never wanted to be a burden. But I realized I don't see people as a burden when I help them, I am truly blessed to help. So why would they see me as a burden when they help me.
So I am ever so thankful for great friends who have come to the rescue this week, I have truly learned God is ever so faithful. And again just because you need help doesn't mean you are a failure or a burden. Thank you Bethany for helping me prime on Tuesday and for the leftover paint. Thank you Michelle for helping me paint on Tuesday & Wednesday and providing direction to my scattered brain. Thank you Jen for helping me tidy up the place today, bringing dinner and snacks and taking my laundry. I don't desrve it.
And God bless you all for listening to me yap and helping me regain my sanity, or whats left of it.
I will post pictures of the finished room very soon.
This photo was taken by the Lovely and Talented Andrea of SgtandMrsHub . 
