Confession time. Over the weekend my husband and I had a pretty big miscommunication that lead to some pretty big hurt feelings. Our house was (who am I kidding.. is) a disaster. We’ve got a newborn, a preschooler, and just about ZERO storage space. You do the math.
I spent most of the day seething until all of those big ugly feelings came out. I was TRYING to ask for help nicely. But my tone told a different story. After I exploded at him and apologized, my husband reminded me that he’s not a mind reader. It is OKAY to ask for what I need help with, especially around the house.
I had been avoiding telling him exactly what I wanted done because I didn’t want to sound like a nag. Big girl panties lesson learned- People do not live inside of my head. I need to ASK for what I need.