Just Ask...

Love Life and Lollipops- Avi going crazy at a restaurant

So, basically I lost it a bit this weekend....  I don't like to admit it, but sometimes I just fall apart and there's screaming and pouting and it's just not good.

Long story short: I have a tendency to martyr myself.  Apparently I think that if no one offers to help me, I need to do it all myself without asking for help, and on top of that I shouldn't feel bad about feeling overwhelmed cause I live such a fabulous cushy life, nothing should ever feel bad.

Ok there it is, I guess I'm a little screwed up.

That said, I like when things are done properly (however that may be interpreted) and (especially with my kids) I want to be the one to do it.  That said, an extra hand is usually the determining factor whether I walk away pulling my hair out or smiling that I did good.

Jump to this past weekend.  Avi was acting out (yes all weekend) Bar was overtired (both girls were up multiple times each night, I was pooped, feisty, snappy with Richie, and it was a big disaster.

After a chat with my friend's mom (who I love dearly and always has such reasonable resonating advice), I was reminded that I need to learn to ask for help!  There's nothing wrong with getting help (especially with the girls) and it doesn't make me any less of a good mom, and even though Richie is an uberfabulous father, if I need a little more, I should just ask.  Cause walking into a room of people and throwing a tantrum (ok it wasn't exactly a tantrum, but it was as close as I get), is a bad way to deal with stress!

So from now on, I'm going to solicit more help when I need it.  Cause martyring myself is only seen by me.  And I don't need to impress myself;)

What do you do when your kids are driving you up the wall?  Do you yell?  Scream?  Suffer in silence?  Have any better suggestions?  I'm all ears!