One of the reasons it has taken us so long to get our house up for sale is that I am a perfectionist in certain things. I believe if I am going to do it, I should do it 100% correctly or not do it at all. This, strangely enough is why my house is often such a mess. If I don't have time to scrub a room top to bottom, why should I do it at all? Oh, I totally "get" that it needs to be cleaned, but that's my thought process. And I've also realized that if I want a job done my way, I am the one who should complete that job. With the exception of a few car loads that were taken by friends right before we moved, and of course the movers the day of the actual move, we have done absolutely everything ourselves. Just us. I am NOT complaining. We had many, many offers of help. However, we took virtually no one up on it. Because not only do I prefer to do it myself, I HATE to burden others. I do not like to ask for help. I never have.
And after a conversation yesterday I definitely figured out where this trait comes from. When my mother called to tell me about my father, she was also explaining how physically exhausted she is. Not only is she caring for my father, but because my father is becoming more confined to only a few rooms of the house my mother felt those rooms needed some "sprucing up". They have been repainted and new carpet was put on on Monday. She mentioned that she is the one moving all of the furniture...and trust me when I tell you my parents do not own cheap furniture. They buy the good stuff made of solid wood that is HEAVY. As she was telling me this I thought to myself, "Why are you doing this? Why on earth don't you ask us for help?" Hello Pot, meet black Kettle!
No comments:
Post a Comment