I picked the word ASK yesterday. It was on this day, funny enough, that I said to my husband, "I wanted to do it myself. I didn't want to have to ASK for your help."
In fact, I didn't have to ASK for help this day. The man who carried my box of cardboard into the school? He asked me if he could help. The kids that stayed to clean up after my last class of the day? They asked if they could help. My husband picked up my son and his broken glasses (second pair in a week) from school without my ASKing because I was oblivious - my phone wasn't working and so I never received the voicemail saying my son had broken his glasses at recess and couldn't see. Nor did I have to ASK for advice on which cell phone could replace mine that died because my husband had already done the research and emailed me some suggestions.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I had to keep saying to myself out loud, "Just keep moving forward. What is the next thing?"
I drew my dead phone with colored pencils while I waited for my turn at the second of my three visits to the AT&T store yesterday. A man ASKed me, "Are you an artist?"
"Yes," I said, "I am." I showed him my paint stained hands and he laughed. "So you are," he said.