I hired a mother’s helper this morning. She’s a lovely, college-bound young lady who’s biding her time before the semester starts.
I had a really hard time asking for help because taking care of my home and family is what I do. If I can’t handle it, then I need to work harder, longer, better until I can handle it, right?
Well I gave it a try and it was glorious. In the precious three hours she was here she:
- Picked up the bread machine and put it on the table. It took her 10 seconds as I looked on enviously. Silly, but without that, I could not plug it in and thus couldn’t make bread for my family today.
- Ferried things up and down stairs that had been patiently waiting on landings because they were to cumbersome for me to hold.
- Washed and chopped leeks, celery, swiss chard, and jalapeno pepper for dinner.
- Moved two pots in the backyard.
- Got down new boxes of diapers and wipes, and opened them up for me so I could restock our perilously low supplies.
- Carried my whole load of towels and rags up and folded them. I’m improving, but each towel is still an undertaking for me and the result after a few tries is often sloppy enough that my linen closet is out of control.
- Repaired a stack of children’s books that I had been “meaning to get to” and which were indefinitely delayed since I broke my wrist.
- Changed Caitlyn’s outfit and diaper, and helped me load the girls in the car.
- Waited in the car with the girls and ac while I ran a quick errand solo.
- Effortlessly fetched my double jog stroller from the repair shop, maneuvering it through a narrow door and loading it in the back of my car. I had been trying to figure out how to do this one handed for a week and watching her do it was like watching a ballet. Look how easy she makes it look! I was in awe.
She’s willing to come back tomorrow but I’m still in shock from what was accomplished this morning.