When I was a kid there was a series of public services announcements that aired during cartoons called “HELP!”. It was an animated acronym for Dr Henry’s Emergency Lessons for People. I think it gave first aid tips to kids, but what’s a grown up to do when they need HELP?
I called the cleaning lady. I work full time plus. I parent two great kids. This year I serve on the PAC at their school. Extra minutes are sucked up by promoting a tv series we’re producing that has little budget for social media. Things around the house are making me crazy.
The interesting part is that I cannot mention calling the cleaning lady without justifying it repeatedly in my own mind and to others. Why? I don’t feel the same way about paying the mechanic to change my oil, although in theory I could do it myself. Why is housework any different?
A completely separate issue is that I then felt compelled to tidy my house before the cleaning lady came. Maybe I do need Dr Henry after all. Help!