Garrison and Noel were fighting at the breakfast table, Simon needed something else to eat, Penny was crying, Smokey threw up in his crate, Penny then spit up on me, Noel kept hitting Garrison, Garrison was yelling at her, Simon didn't want to finish his juice and he had asked for it. . . then the phone rang. I tried to find it. Can you picture it? Please add to your image me in my pajamas, hadn't showered for two days, got spit up on twice during the night and already once this morning. Laughable.
I found the phone amidst the chaos deciding on the way I would only answer it if it was Gary. The phone read "STUD". (Gary put that in the phone. I like it.) I shared with him my angst asking if I could call him back.
Twenty minutes later with breakfast done and Penny sleeping. . . I called Gary back. He told me he had called my mom and asked that she come over the help. What?!? You didn't have to do that. I am fine. I can handle things. She can't come anyway Gary told me.
Half hour later there is a knock at my door and there stands my brother Kevin. "I'm here to play with your kids in the basement." I cried. He had called mom, mom had asked him to pray for me, he did and decided to come over and relieve me for a bit. In a humbling moment, I said "thank you". He was here for two hours playing, telling stories, and supporting me.
I don't like to ask for help. I don't like to accept help. I needed help and my family gave it to me. I asked Gary last night what made him call my mom. It has been crazy here many times and the moments always pass. They always do. Things will get better, this house ebbs and flows. He said he heard something in my voice that was different this time.
My life is great and I wouldn't change anything. This life can also be hard. This mama sometimes needs help. Thanks.
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awesome!
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