What are you doing?
This is going to sound bitchy. So sorry. But my blog is certainly irreverent. It may also be one of those posts that gets removed...
I am tired of people asking me why things are taking so long...
They just are, and I really have been moving as fast as one can. Single parenting, takes time. I still have the normal things to account for. Meals, packing lunches, entertaining children, homework, laundry and the like...oh and the 2 months of walking pneumonia did not help much, as it affected my energy levels immensely.
It would be busy here without moving honestly. I run a tight and busy ship.
My Father seems to have taken pity on my soul this week, and has decided I am in need of rescuing.
Can I tell you, I am not thrilled at the idea.
I do not like being rescued.
I am capable.
So now I need to decide to look into the depths of my soul and decide if I am a martyr, or just independent. Frankly, I like to believe I am capable. I do not like people coming to help. I can do it. I am the Queen of "OK".
But I do not like asking for help. I am unsure why, but I do not. Pride? Perhaps. Stupid? Maybe. But frankly, in the last 17 years, I have not asked anyone for help. Prayers, sure....and I have been blessed. But "help"...not often.
The last thing I want is my Father coming down to rescue me...
Help, I can stand. Rescuing is not my bag.
And now for the next week I get to think about why I am taking issue is with this.
Frankly a lot of it has to do with folks telling people "Oh, she really needs my help, so I am going to help her." That bothers me, and it may be idiotic, but it does.