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!