Everyone is different. And each of us can mark our own growth and development in different ways. For me, learning to recognize my own limitations has been a lifelong battle. I want to believe that I can do it all. That I can be all things to all people at all times.
Which is ridiculous. And unrealistic. And downright impossible.
Walking out of the doctor’s office, with a diagnosis of bronchitis in hand, I realized that I needed to ask for help. I couldn’t possibly take care of everything that needed to happen this week while struggling for breath.
Thanks, Jack, for taking HH off of my hands.
Thanks, Ima, for the Tu Bishvat treats.
Thanks, SuperMom, for dropping off dinner late last night.
Thanks to BubbeGiraffe and ZaydeGiraffe for caring for the Frumettes.
And now…back to sleep.