It's been a rough couple of days. My son caught a stomach bug that has turned all my grand plans upside down. I had to unexpected leave my class yesterday. That meant rushed substitute plans, finding coverage for a meeting, and leave my grad school team to work on a project without me. Technology has been good, I can participate by phone, send attachments via email that are needed for the project, but it always seems when life gets its very busiest, something happens to slow me down. And now, on day 2 of being home with him, I realized just how many people I had to ask for help these past two weeks, or delegate responsibilties to that I just couldn't take on. Not just because Nate got sick, more because everything has been coming to a boiling point. I hate asking for help. It is almost as though the universe is telling me, forcing me to accept that I need it. I can't do it all. I have always accepted those " I don't know how you do it" comments with such demure grace and thankfulness, but honestly, I don't know how I do it and sometimes I think I am not doing this, at least not well. It is going to be a long hard road as many things are changing with me right now, but I am going to try to ask for help more when I need it. I don't think it makes me weak, I think overall it will help me to be stronger.