This last week was rough. One of the morning the monkey’s meltdown was so rough, and since I was alone, it made it that much harder. Trying to get him to calm down and at the same time trying to not let him hurt me isn’t easy with a kid this strong.

But this week I did something that I don’t tend to do much, I reached out. I texted a dear friend of mine, and the message started with, “Can I vent?”.

I have always had guilt of venting because I feel as though I’m complaining. I don’t want to sound ungrateful.

But my friend was there. Heard me out, was patient, and gave me the okay to talk about how I was feeling.

And frankly, this sucks sometimes.

Then my sister called. I told her how bad the meltdown was. She could hear my voice trembling as I was telling her.

She then stopped by during her lunch hour and took the monkey on a drive to give me a break. ♥️

A few days later he was struggling again. He kept asking for a drive but wanted to take the car that my husband had taken to work. I just could not get him to accept that the only car we had was the one outside parked in our driveway.

After a few hours of this, I finally called my mom. I asked her if she could stop by. I just needed a break. I had a lot of work and I just couldn’t get to it. I felt so overwhelmed.

My parents arrived with food for both of us. My mom looked at my kitchen and started washing the few dirty dishes on the sink. My dad took the monkey outside to the swing.

They stayed here for a few hours. As they were leaving, my mom said she’d call me more. She said she didn’t realize I needed help since I don’t ask her for it. But as she watched me trying to have meetings and handle the monkey, she realized it wasn’t that easy. She promised to check up on me more.

I know that I am very fortunate that when asking for help, I actually get it. I know that is not the same for everyone.

I read somewhere that gratitude turns what we have into enough. It makes you focus on the good things and it helps seeing life in a different perspective.

This week has taught me that I cannot do it all on my own. Asking for help takes courage.  And if I focus on what I have, I will realize it is enough.