I'm not Superwoman...

Was feeling quite low yesterday evening. After working most of the day Saturday at the bazaar and coming home to company, I was ruffled a bit with not being able to relax. Sunday I forced myself to do some much needed relaxing, but found myself getting up out of guilt... picking up and tidying, folding clothes here and there.

Monday and Tuesday I was overwhelmed with orders and a messy house. Undone chores and to-dos piling up. Went for my usual walks in the evening with Mini and friend, came home to showers and swollen feet.

I felt old and exhausted. I lost it a little.

Asking for help is hard for me. I want to be able to do it all. Though I want help, I don't want to ask for it. I feel since I can see the work needing to be done, that others should be able to see it as well. Eventually the laundry piles up and I'm in tears because I just can't fold another stitch.

Happens to the best of us, right?

Today I took it easy. My hair is in bed-head effect still and I don't care. I watched Pride & Prejudice this morning - not while making jewelry, just laid up on the couch and watched it, uninterrupted. That two hour "me time" did me a world of good.

This morning my husband left me a message that made the day even better. Received it while making his pasta salad for lunch the rest of the week. It read: Thanks for taking care of me. I really do appreciate it even though I might not show it much. I love you soooo much. Can't wait to come home and see my little family.

Yeah, I love him.

The point of all this? *deep breath* Ask for help. As women, its hard enough to ask... let alone ask for the same help all the time. Still, the resentment will catch hold of your heart if you don't.

And besides, we all need a break sometimes. Take one. You deserve it.