I am not one to ask for help…like ever. (Molly, I know you understand!). Growing up, I was very independent and quite stubborn – ask my parents, my brothers, my friends – anyone who knows me well would agree that I’ve always insisted on doing things myself and my way. In fact, we like to joke that when CD asked my dad’s permission to marry me, my dad responded with, Take her. It’s your turn. Actually, he really did say that, but you were joking, right dad?
Anyway, for the last year, I’ve been doing the mom thing pretty much 24/7. Our friends and family have helped tremendously, but I haven’t taken much time for myself. So, my mom graciously offered to take the wee one for one morning and one afternoon every week. Usually when my mom babysits she comes over to our house, but the first time, I dropped Summer off at her place this past week. I almost cried when I walked in and saw a changing table all set up, toys, books – all of Summer’s favorite things were waiting for her, and I knew she was in good hands. Thanks for everything mom, especially for knowing that I need help even though I refuse to ask. I’m learning…
So, yesterday I had the afternoon to myself and joined my friend Jill for lunch at The Wild Cow, where I dined on some of my favorite foods.
Jill, sorry you’re blurry. You still look cute.
Without my descriptions, I know this plate of food looks pretty nasty. Trust me, it was far from nasty. I am by no means a vegetarian, but I LOVE vegetarian restaurants and put together a meal of my favorite side items.
And of course, there were chips. There usually are if you’re dining with me.
Jill, thanks for a great lunch and for listening to me. Always nice to catch up and get in some girl time! The rest of the afternoon was spent running errands. Nothing too exciting, but it was nice to get so much done, all the while knowing that Summer was busy playing and laughing and being loved. Help is a good thing – why I never ask for it, I have no idea. Going to work on that!