Last night I outlined
Last night I outlined the borders of the redness from this weird bite thing I have with a lip liner. When I woke up this morning the red had crept about 1/8″ outside the line. Still itchier than hell. I took a Benadryl to see if it would help. Hub found a tiny wasp-like creature flying around the kitchen today. Wonder if that’s what got me?
Why is our first reaction so often “NO!” when someone offers to help? Is it a pride thing, or stubbornness? It frustrates hub to no end when he offers to do something for me and I tell him no even when it’s obvious that I can’t do it myself. I wonder if it’s some sort of Superwoman complex, where we have to present the image, at least to ourselves, that we can do it all. I think part of growing up is knowing when to ask for help.