Being Real

Did you see the ne name? Heart Made MESS? Yep cause to tell y'all the truth, most of the time I am a mess, wether its me or the house, I'm a mess. BBBUUUUTTTTT......

So this is Blogland and most of what you see is the "suped" up version. Am I guilty of this - ummm, PSA: bears shit in the woods in these parts. So that would be a yes

This blog is about to get REAL, R to the E to the A to the L type REAL. Down in those really 'yucky-don't-wanna-go-there' places and feelings. Yea. I know I don't wanna go either, but I also don't wanna portray that my life and home are perfect. They are far from it my friends.

But this particular post is about how it's ok to NOT be Supermom/wife/woman.

If I have learned one thing from our blurp with fostering is that it is ok to NOT be perfect and need help.

Yep, there I said it. I CAN'T do it all! Ok so not those words, but I have a real issue with asking for help or even taking the help that people freely offer. I don't know, I guess another issue I had/have.

Who knows? Who cares?

This past month I believe I've asked for more help than I have in all my years of being able to do things on my own. Wanna know what I learned? It's ok, it's freeing, it doesn't hurt and it makes those people offering happy.

I've had my folks come over and help me because I didn't know how to take care of two kids at once and use the bathroom (can anyone say overwhelmed?). I've declined and then reaccepted offers to take my cor to birthday parties (thank you Hannah) and reached out and asked for play dates at THEIR house (thank you Paula).

Before this I would have moved heaven and earth before asking for help. Why? I have no idea - I'm just a "pull yourself up by your boot straps and deal with it" gal.

No more. Nope. No way.

I WANT to be real - I WANT real interaction. I'm letting go my friends and it is so freeing.

Let go friends let go.

Much Luv,
Michelle