But there's no doubt in my mind that finding it difficult to ask for help is definitely a symptom of perfectionism. I have a terrible time with this one.
In fact, I almost couldn't even write this post because with every single example I could think of lately where I asked family members for help, all I could think about was how poorly they did the jobs I asked them to do.
And I don't want to talk about that on a public blog.
But, working on the back entry way, today, I realised I did have a recent example of asking for help--and it's working out wonderfully.
On September 23rd, I wrote a post as part of the HTCI (The House that Cleans Itself series--which I haven't forgotten about!) about our back entry way. In it, I mentioned we were going to look after all the scratches and nicks and cracks in the walls and ceilings in order to spiff it up.
Then, I posted this:
My husband is meticulous. He's careful. When he wants too, he can hyper-focus on detail. I am so grateful he took over the project. It was a lot of work--and it needed his patience.
Let's get re-acquainted with the back entry way shall we?
Here is what it looks like standing outside on the stoop. To the right are the stairs to the kitchen.
Straight ahead? The stairs to the basement.
The bottom edge of those walls were in rough shape.
Someone drew this flower on the wall ages ago to indicate where the pull cord was for the light in the laundry room. I coloured it in last Spring.
So, too, was the outer corner where the stairs to the kitchen meet the stairs to the basement.
The wall beside the door needed a lot of patching. Look over the door: that was a particularly nasty spot.
The door itself would swing open of its own accord and give the wall a bang.
I found something for that right away. Fortunately, it was peel and stick. I'm not sure there was enough wall left for screws to work!
I also found a plastic "short L" shaped piece of molding--it was made just for edges like these. It came with its own adhesive strip, fortunately, because I wasn't able to track down any liquid nails.
Here's the outside corner with its new edge:
It looks wonky here--and though it might be wonky, I don't think it is as wonky as this!
And the bottom of the wall:
You can also see the disk I stuck on the wall to protect it from the door knob.
Yesterday, 16 days after he started patching and sanding, he told me it would be OK to start painting, Only -- would I sand "that little bit in the corner."
I sanded, but obviously I had no idea what he meant because when he got home--after I had washed the place down and cut in-- he told me the area he'd mentioned hadn't been sanded!
So, last night, he sanded, again, (though this time by hand) and left me to do the rest.
But who cares?
All it needed was a quick once over with the vacuum, a quick swipe with the cloth and I was ready to resume painting.
It's kind of unfortunate that the best example I have of accepting help has to do with a large project. Staying organized is all about doing the little things--and asking for help with those things (and accepting it cheerfully and NOT with a critical, judgemental spirit) are what will help you stay organized. All I can say is: I promise to keep working on it.