Last month I was sick, at the same time grieving for my friend that had literally just died. I was afraid to ask for help. I’m very close with my mother, she is besotted with her grandson and a great help; I was still afraid to ask for help. She text and said ‘I’ll be over in the morning to get him for a few hours’.
She then told me don’t be afraid to ask me for help!
It took grief and the worst flu in years for me, who’s near the same age as Lisa to ask for help and here’s this wan, her babies awake for a few hours and she can’t fuckin cope!!!
I would only have done that in an emergency tbh, or in the newborn days when you really do need lots of help!
She boils my blood the absolute cheek of her!!!![Pouting face :rage: 😡](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f621.png)
She then told me don’t be afraid to ask me for help!
It took grief and the worst flu in years for me, who’s near the same age as Lisa to ask for help and here’s this wan, her babies awake for a few hours and she can’t fuckin cope!!!
I would only have done that in an emergency tbh, or in the newborn days when you really do need lots of help!
She boils my blood the absolute cheek of her!!!
![Pouting face :rage: 😡](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f621.png)