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Hi. I’m Franticmommy. I’m a Serial “Yes Girl” and a Recovering People-Pleaser….”
I don’t think you need to be a parent to feel the crunch of lack-o-time these days. Normal everyday life paired with the constant requests from outside sources equals not enough hours in the day.
The problem is…I’m a Puss.
Pushover. Softy. Wimp.
I like people. I like helping people. I help people because it’s the right thing to do.
However, there comes a time when it becomes too much and my “helper-self” starts having mental smack-downs with my common-sense-self. It’s like in the cartoons when there’s a devil on one shoulder and an angel on another.
When faced with yet another request for commitment, the angel smiles sweetly and reminds me that if I want to continue to be fabulous, I need to say “yes.”
The devil however looks more like Dr. Phil and shakes his head sternly and points to my already packed calendar.
What I truly need is for the Angel and Dr. Phil to take a hike. And I really need to replace them with something..or someone.. who heads these conundrums off at the pass.
That’s why. I need a Bouncer.
A dude named Al who looks like this:
Or maybe a more Yumolicious version like this:
My Al would step in and be tough when I start waffling and wavering and saying “well, maybe I could…”
That could be his cue to fold his beefy arms, glare, and say “NO!!!” when I find myself too weak and chicken-crap to do so myself.
Needy Person: Would you volunteer on my committee?
AL: NO! She’s busy, Move along now.
Needy Person: I need to go to The Gap and then get a new tattoo. Would you watch my kid Saturday afternoon? You know, the same only who wrote on your walls and gave your kids cooties?
ME: Um..er…sure. Lice shampoos do great things these days..
AL: NO! Cooties BAD. Move along now.
My Al will keep me in line and never allow me to double-book, over-book, or work on weekends.
And then my Al would rub my feet and fetch me a Latte…
Hey, a mama can dream.