tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post4354941739777183499..comments2024-03-06T05:16:15.314-05:00Comments on Chicky Chicky Baby: Hardly leaving the house + watching an important baseball game = Huh?Chicky Chicky Babyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-27952275436772674922007-10-29T09:38:00.000-05:002007-10-29T09:38:00.000-05:00Oh, how about them Red Sox huh? I DO know how har...Oh, how about them Red Sox huh? I DO know how hard it is when he hubbie's traveling, so I'm glad you're accepting help now. I'm so glad no more baseball b/c I need to get some zzzzzzzzzzz's!!wayabettyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06993697296070707945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-52532025035452761312007-10-26T14:03:00.000-05:002007-10-26T14:03:00.000-05:00I'd rather gnaw off my own arm than ask for help. ...I'd rather gnaw off my own arm than ask for help. I get it. Even when I need to go to the ER I have a hard time asking my husband for help.<BR/><BR/>But it doesn't it feel so much better when you actually suck it up and let people help you? (((HUGS))) If I was up in your neck of the woods, I'd just show up on your doorstep (stalker like) and save you the trouble of asking.Lawyer Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06819273107327846943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-1289603297594066032007-10-26T13:34:00.000-05:002007-10-26T13:34:00.000-05:00Yeah. There's a reason I weighed less than 100 lbs...Yeah. There's a reason I weighed less than 100 lbs. upon graduating from my university. I was too stubborn to ask my parents for money. I hated feeling needy. Gives me the creeps just remembering it.<BR/><BR/>So I lived on soft pretzels for a while. You got a problem with that?<BR/><BR/>Offer's still up. I'm here. Or there. Or wherever. Need anything from Trader Joe's?Namitohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06476552972162497517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-78869584376578340212007-10-26T12:51:00.000-05:002007-10-26T12:51:00.000-05:00Look at it this way, if people are offering to hel...Look at it this way, if people are offering to help them and you turn them down you may end up hurting their feelings. And you don't want that now, do you? Think of it as doing <I>them</I> a favor. ;)T with Honeyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13870996927675120152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-78829580901151045522007-10-26T10:00:00.000-05:002007-10-26T10:00:00.000-05:00Don't make me go all Stepford Casserole Brigade on...Don't make me go all Stepford Casserole Brigade on your ass. You live two minutes away from me. I'll do it. I have ways.Karahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08051433364695879305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-14754106492059419472007-10-25T23:41:00.000-05:002007-10-25T23:41:00.000-05:00Well, I am offering you virtual babysitting servic...Well, I am offering you virtual babysitting services AND a hot dish for the fam (understanding that you wouldn't be able to keep it down). Really, I wish I were an East Coaster and could help. Moms need to stick together.<BR/><BR/>Repeat after me: "Sure! Thanks."Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02086167716210736774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-68096885661221872022007-10-25T21:52:00.000-05:002007-10-25T21:52:00.000-05:00Go Red Sox!!!I have a hard time accepting help, to...Go Red Sox!!!<BR/>I have a hard time accepting help, too.EEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15025777317455781050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-44297136342795599192007-10-25T21:28:00.000-05:002007-10-25T21:28:00.000-05:00Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, my grandma u...Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, my grandma used to say. I'm not sure of the exact meaning of that adage, but it just seems appropriate for your situation. That's my two cents.Keeping It Realhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08896136321278702128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-27480356200810660162007-10-25T20:33:00.000-05:002007-10-25T20:33:00.000-05:00My husband is gone all the time and it sucks. If I...My husband is gone all the time and it sucks. If I lived nearby I'd come over and make you rice-a-roni (the san francisco treat) but you'd have to find someone else to rub your feet.<BR/><BR/>I don't do feet.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11342425698876916791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-22806266388015540112007-10-25T19:32:00.000-05:002007-10-25T19:32:00.000-05:00That's it. I'm calling Oprah. She always seems to...That's it. I'm calling Oprah. She always seems to know what to do in these situations.<BR/><BR/>Don't be surprised if me and Gail and Oprah show up one day with all kinds of pampering goodies - like fluffy foot rests and gourmet organic gingerale from France. You'll simply have no choice but to sit back with your Le Gingerale while Oprah fluffs your foot pillow and Gail fans you and I perform interpretive dance to poetry I recite. Only THEN will you relax.Ruth Dynamitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06161626814106717754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-54766869937784818522007-10-25T18:59:00.000-05:002007-10-25T18:59:00.000-05:00Asking for help is really hard for me too. Right ...Asking for help is really hard for me too. Right before I had my second son, a friend of mine advised me to take people up on it not only because I needed it, but it really does make people feel good to help out. Particularly with close friends, they can feel powerless to help you, but if you let them drop off a meal, it makes everyone happy.Alex Elliothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08567976812466320977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-48951261835108689972007-10-25T17:34:00.000-05:002007-10-25T17:34:00.000-05:00Here's the thing though...if it were a friend of y...Here's the thing though...if it were a friend of yours and not you and they asked for help, would you help?<BR/><BR/>If the answer was yes, which I sense it was, then you should ask them for some help. Cause I'm sure they'd help. Hell, if I was your friend, I'd just show up. But I'm a brat like that. <BR/><BR/>I hope you feel better soon. <BR/><BR/>Hey, did you see the commercial where the dog shakes and turns into dozens of puppies? It was so funny.Phoenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10780589302319316351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-80824083734649458252007-10-25T16:00:00.000-05:002007-10-25T16:00:00.000-05:00Perhaps it's a New England thing, this not asking ...Perhaps it's a New England thing, this not asking for help. I've got it too. I think it's a combination of not wanting to put anyone out and not wanting to be indebted to anyone. And because I feel that way, I assume others do too, and thus I tend not to offer help as much. This would be fine except that I seem to be surrounded by totally selfless and generous people (they must not be native New Englanders--hmm, now that I think about it, they usually aren't) who make me look like an insensitive bitch in comparison. Sigh. Well, I'm glad that at least you and I have an understanding :)Binkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17161541480469324280noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-36033771579816562132007-10-25T15:05:00.000-05:002007-10-25T15:05:00.000-05:00I also cannot ask for help. I'd rather cut my han...I also cannot ask for help. I'd rather cut my hands off than ask.<BR/><BR/>Why is that when there are so many people who want to help.<BR/><BR/>It is not a good character flaw to have.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-4185245530155906602007-10-25T14:54:00.000-05:002007-10-25T14:54:00.000-05:00Bossy has learned over time that asking people for...Bossy has learned over time that asking people for help creates the intimacy we all need. Without that, we're all just acquaintances. Yooooooouuuuuuuuuk.BOSSYhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12137297805742498961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-33415774460386445452007-10-25T14:50:00.000-05:002007-10-25T14:50:00.000-05:00I'm not very good at asking for help either. I fe...I'm not very good at asking for help either. I feel funny about accepting it, like I don't really deserve it or that people don't really mean it. <BR/><BR/>I know you don't want to ask, but really, if I can do anything, please let me know. A visit, more Rice A Roni, a Yankees *spit* wastebasket for the pukeage? Let me know.Major Bedheadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17669161302510096751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-86969517202541697922007-10-25T14:05:00.000-05:002007-10-25T14:05:00.000-05:00I am sooooooo bad at asking or taking help - it wa...I am sooooooo bad at asking or taking help - it was hell after B was born and I stupidily didn't ask or take offers. While I understand your stance, I say bite it and take what is given (if it is from good people, nothing is expected in return).motherbumperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053978199395919666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-65558945394328308612007-10-25T13:00:00.000-05:002007-10-25T13:00:00.000-05:00Was that game a complete ass-kicking or what? I w...Was that game a complete ass-kicking or what? I watched and hoped it was helping you feel better.Julie Marshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05386446012443269817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-51896841980503124232007-10-25T12:27:00.000-05:002007-10-25T12:27:00.000-05:00Gotcha. Me and my boyz will be BARGING (oops-that...Gotcha. Me and my boyz will be BARGING (oops-that word totally looks like BARFING--my bad) in on you and little Chicky one of these days!<BR/><BR/>(Did I scare ya?)<BR/><BR/>(Kidding. I promise I'll call first.)Sarahvizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07257891014401157085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-48498077613167194252007-10-25T11:59:00.000-05:002007-10-25T11:59:00.000-05:00I totally understand this, because I am the same. ...I totally understand this, because I am the same. Misterpie is always suggesting I ask his mother for help. Wha? Has he not met me? My mother is always offering me help. Uh, no, it would be more draining to accept the help than just doing it myself. I know this dilemma intimately, my dear. <BR/><BR/>Still, if I were near, I'd be trying to push help on you anyhow, because you're right - you could use some right about now, just to get through the worst of it. I know you'd feel embarrassed afterwards, but we could never speak of it again, as if it never happened. Kind of like that last ngiht in Chicago, when you were hurling when we came to say goodbye... <BR/><BR/>And, um, are we talking about baseball here? I'm guessing?kittenpiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05215443551546036909noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-76377449091881949462007-10-25T11:02:00.000-05:002007-10-25T11:02:00.000-05:00I send you sincere thoughts of 'get well soon!'. ...I send you sincere thoughts of 'get well soon!'. And really, you should ask for help when you need it, it's okay. <BR/><BR/>It's really okay. <BR/><BR/>And I'm a Rockies fan because I live in Colorado and wowzer! The game last night was brutal to watch on my end.....<BR/><BR/>May the best team win.SJINCOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08145386056147611628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-91876827849137100802007-10-25T10:21:00.000-05:002007-10-25T10:21:00.000-05:00Here in Canada's Maritimes we are all Boston fans ...Here in Canada's Maritimes we are all Boston fans from way back... used to be Sox games were the only ones we could get on TV. Soooo...<BR/><BR/>Woot! Crazy game, I couldn't believe the carnage.<BR/><BR/>Asking for help is so hard for me, I hear you. I have found that every time I bend and ask, it gets a little easier.Hannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15855682469727450176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-83153690127637191072007-10-25T09:20:00.000-05:002007-10-25T09:20:00.000-05:00Maybe the "help" you need is just for the NEM's to...Maybe the "help" you need is just for the NEM's to come over and watch the baseball and eat rice r roni with you.OhTheJoyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05031731198115388411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-67565363329916818032007-10-25T09:19:00.000-05:002007-10-25T09:19:00.000-05:00God bless the in-laws (now there's something you d...God bless the in-laws (now there's something you don't hear everyday). <BR/><BR/>I worked through each of my first two pregnancies. It was far easier to sit down at a desk and have everyone from co-workers to clients ask me how I felt and didn't I look great. Stay at home motherhood is isolating and physically demanding. Think of it as best for your present and future children to say "can you please...?" <BR/><BR/>Just say the word and this just-outside-Boston mama bring you to RC's 2-year-old playgroup where you'll have a room full of mommies ooh-ing and ahh-ing over you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17779098.post-41044367385626714872007-10-25T09:17:00.000-05:002007-10-25T09:17:00.000-05:00Jen said it perfectly. Accepting help makes us str...Jen said it perfectly. Accepting help makes us stronger.Kylahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785noreply@blogger.com