I don’t need help.
And — as I learned just recently — not only will I not seek out support, apparently I’ll even silently resent you when you don’t help me….
You see, it was Monday night and I was exhausted. I had spent the day looking after my two little boys. I’d been awake since 4am rocking my 1 yr old back to sleep. I’d spent the day at the Science Center because my 3 yr old loves the Space Shuttle. Neither boy would take their nap that day so it was 4pm, I was running on empty and I emailed the guys in my Men’s Group:
“I’m not coming tonight, as Monique’s away and I can’t get childcare.”
A reply shoots back to me over email:
“Disappointing Rich. You are a powerful man – getting childcare for a scheduled meeting is within your power. And you could easily be home by 11.”
I was angry. I knew better than to reply by email when I was mad. But I needed to get this one out of my system. I hit reply and typed furiously: