Beth would be so proud of me. I'm finally saying no.
Of course, it helps that I'm backed into a corner and have no option, other than to gently refuse. I've only got so much time and so many hands and as much as I wish it weren't true, I can only be in one place at a time.
So, preschool meeting? No. Three children, two extra curricular activities and one car? Sorry. Impromptu filming of a video message to my grandmother? No. I love her, but I need more than a day or two's notice for that sort of endeavor.
It's probably better this way. I'm so stressed right now, I'm liable to blow a gasket. And I'm thinking that should not be recorded for posterity.
Monday, October 12, 2009
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Welcome to My World
It's a crazy one. Here's the guide.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
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5 comments:
GOOD.FOR.YOU.! You won't believe it, but after working those "no" muscles in your mouth for awhile, it gets easier and easier and - yes! - sometimes actually fun! And for those Christians who will look puppy-eyed-sad, trying to make you feel guilty, just tell them that you don't want to rob another person of the blessing of giving of themselves when you know you have to say no to the invitation/request for your services.
Jennie, I'm proud of you. Now will you please come here and tell people "no" for me?!? I'm getting there slowly, but it seems like the requests just keep coming.
My first baby step was learning to NOT answer my cell phone when it rings. I do look at it, but unless it's one of my kids or my husband, I don't answer it.
At the same time, I don't want to become one of the Not-Moms we have around here; they spend the weekends away with friends instead of at their kids' games, never take their own kids to or from practices, and never volunteer or appear at any school functions. The ones that wonder when the kids have grown up why they never come to visit...
YES! You did it!
Proud of you my friend. It's hard to say no, I get it, but something has to give.
So way to go!
Maybe I'm speaking from too much personal experience, but I find that when you laugh when you say no, peeps are usually too scared to ask why.
Honey, I AM so proud of you. No is a GOOD word, contray to popular belief. took me a while to learn how to say it, but I do, adn I'm all the better for it.
You will learn to enjoy it!
Love you girl!!
XOXOXOx
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