Yesterday was a Bad Day.

Work was stressful, Bug and I had an Olympics-worthy fight involving tears and yelling and snot (only some of which was from him), and also I don’t know if you know this but I am eleventy million months pregnant. Give or take.

So it didn’t go so well, yesterday. And I learned also (ok, didn’t really learn, I’ve already known this but had to acknowledge) that I am pretty much the World’s Worst Asker for Help in situations such as these. Because why ask for help when you can sit around and wallow in your own misery?

But Lorso is a good husband who cares for me, and so he lifted his Horn of Gondor and sent out the alarm from on high at his place of work.

And so the cavalry came. Two good friends (and one very sweet 10 year old to entertain Bug) showed up at my house and lent me their ears. And they talked to me and offered me their insight and wisdom. And, well, they helped me. Because I needed it.

And so I let them.

And the reason I’m writing about it is to say thanks to those two friends, but also to remind myself that receiving help does not make me weaker. It makes me stronger.

And so I am.