I hate asking for help. There is something in me that cannot admit to any vulnerability. I think it's a combination of my competitiveness and my perfectionism. I hate to be seen as lacking in anything. Since I've had children, I've relaxed a little, but I still have trouble asking for anything, especially from friends. I always feel like my friends have more important things to do than help little old me. I feel guilty for disrupting their lives and routines with my request, so many times I just resolve to live without the help I need.
My friend Jenn has scolded me many times about my guilt-complex. So when I thought of this challenge, I knew she would be the one that I would ask for help. She's a whiz in the kitchen, whipping up meals that I wouldn't have even thought of, all while caring for her four children. Did I mention she has four children? Cue more guilt on my part for adding to her busy schedule!
On the very day I thought of this challenge, before I could back out, I asked Jenn to help me eat my pantry. My canned-goods shelf was overflowing, and the other shelves were all mixed up. I had bags and boxes and cans of things that I didn't know what to use it for, so I never did. I knew Jenn would be the one to help me sort and organise and come up with ideas for using all this stuff.
While four of our collection of six children played very loudly outside, Jenn's oldest was at school, and her adorable baby tossed the fridge magnets on the floor over and over again (whatever keeps him busy, right?), we emptied the pantry. I can't believe all this stuff fit in that skinny little cupboard.
And I even had another cupboard filled with baking supplies...some of which expired in 2010 and I forgot I even had.
Together we tossed the expired items (there were fewer than I thought), organised the rest, and jotted notes for possible ways to use everything. I ended up with a page full of suggestions and reminders, like "eat the salmon" and "use rice flour". I'll keep that sheet handy for a while 'til I've used things up.
After our hard work, we even had time to sit with some blueberry tea before Jenn had to go pick up her oldest. I'm so glad I asked her for help!
Only about an hour after Jenn left my house, she filled my inbox with some of the recipes we'd talked about. I knew she would be the perfect person to help me eat my pantry. Thank you Jenn! I'm very lucky to have you for a friend.
Do you ask your friends for help? Why or why not? Do you have a guilt-complex like me? You should try it! You never know, you just might bless your friends as much as they bless you.