Tons of pink & green and general Monopoly stuff has thrown up over every surface of the Petunia home. Because there isn’t just one of any thing, of course: there were 10+ gifts that required wrapping , 30-something Monopoly houses to be spray-painted (and that’s only half of them), more than one hundred favor envelopes and tokens to prepare, etc.:
What there is only one of though is Miss Petunia and for the most part, this has been a one-woman show. Oh, there is one Mr. Petunia, too, and I can’t say altogether that he hasn’t helped at all with this wedding prep nonsense. And other offers of help have been made. But what can I say? For the most part, I’ve turned them all down.
Maybe it’s because I grew up the daughter of divorced parents, with my father basically absent and my mother busy starting a new family, who knows, but I’m fiercely independent. I have accepted some financial help, not saying so would be a lie, but I have done so reluctantly. For the most part, I’ve said no to any other kind of assistance (well, I did ask my MOH to make me door signs, in part because of her awesome design skills). Plus, I also wanted to keep a lot of the details a surprise to my close friends and family members.
I know it’s silly of me to not ask for help when I need it, but I can’t seem to get over it, and I can’t entirely tell if it’s a control-thing with me or just not wanting to seem like I need anyone (which is foolish: everyone needs help sometime: my rational self knows this).Am I the only one like this? How easy was it for you to accept help?
No, it’s perfectly fine for you not to want to accept help. My mom kept volunteering people to do things “they can do the guest book for you” or “they can do the programs.” Um, no thanks. I want my design concept to be carried out how I want it carried out. Perhaps something like tying ribbons or sticking stamps, I might accept help. But I plan on doing most, if not all, of the invitations by myself, because I’m a lot like you!!