tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3414435776825765041.post263024255627862918..comments2024-03-25T23:24:53.777-05:00Comments on Stranded in Chaos: No need for panic and alarm, lambs- I'm still kickingSara Strandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02641499434694637445noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3414435776825765041.post-42484371181916794952017-01-04T13:00:48.338-06:002017-01-04T13:00:48.338-06:00Okay, this makes me feel better... but please... i...Okay, this makes me feel better... but please... if someone wants to come to your house and watch the babes, while you just go sit quietly and read in your bedroom... DO IT, LET THEM! When I was in my big black dark horrible postpartum hole, I finally caved when my parents and husband said, "Krystle, just... GO. GO TO BED. Go upstairs. Go take a bath. Don't worry about Ella, just go. Go lay in bed, do whatever you please." It took me WEEKS to finally realize I DID need to go do just that, and be able to shut the door behind me with a sense of relief that I didn't have to be MOM right now. <br /><br />My husband also had people lined up for a week to come over. I am like you, I feel like I have to entertain them. I felt stupid, like I wasn't THAT incapable. But, the truth is, he was THAT scared. And, looking back... I'm so fucking thankful for that. The few times I had friends coming over - one worked from home, so she brought her laptop, and the other took a day off work to be with me, and worked touch and go from my house on her work laptop... but we literally just sat there. I BARELY talked to either of them. These are my very two best friends. And, I didn't talk to them while they were at my house. They both demanded that they brought me breakfast or lunch... I told them I didn't want anything. I didn't want them to bring anything, I WAS FINE! They brought stuff anyway. They brought me some amazing delicious donuts/rolls and lunch. The other days, my grandma came out and my mom took a day off work. <br /><br />Those close friends of yours... LET THEM COME TO YOUR HOUSE. They KNOW you don't have to talk. You don't even have to cry in front of them. I cried in front of one of the friends that came over, but that's because she could truly relate to how I was feeling (single mom with twins born 10 wks early, she had just gotten married 4 mos before she found out she was pregnant and her sister died a month before her wedding, she had an affair 4 mos after she got married, ended up getting pregnant, wasn't with her husband anymore, didn't want anything to do with baby dad, and she was living in the house her husband and her just built the last year w/ their own two hands... it was the epic of disasters). <br /><br />So, my whole rambling point is... let friends come to your house. No, you don't have to talk to them. No, you don't have to entertain them. No, you don't have to have a clean house for them. Let them take care of the girls, while the big kids are at school. Don't feel guilty for ANY of the help you receive. You deserve it, I promise you. <br /><br />And right now, as long as your kids are bathed, dressed, and fed... right now, that's all the matters. ALL the other stuff including unmopped floors, and dusty shelves and piled up counters... they can wait. TRUST ME. Krystle Raehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11301015049876789203noreply@blogger.com