It's That One Percent Though

99% of the time I'm feeling great, super, or seemingly able to run life's marathon. But being human like the next person out there, there's the need for a period of a time out. I'll never ask for permission, acceptance or forced understanding of that need. Be it health issue related, stress issue related or just simple fatigue. I will and do take my time outs.

This morning I had to actually tell someone AGAIN that I need no permission for my occasional need of a time out. I went on to firmly say that unless someone is paying my bills (and trust me, no one is paying my bills... I've got that sewn up so tight) or steadily putting food on a table for me (no one does that for me either nor does anyone have to, I do that for myself with ease because that's just who I am as a person) or carrying my specific load or dealing with everything that I am dealing with personally.
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That for ANYONE to QUESTION me about how I manage everything or anything, isn't appropriate. I reiterated that this person needs to go "Sit down somewhere and get your own self together!" I've got my own plate! 

If the worse thing that anyone can complain about me is my occasional need for a time out, then the problem is the simple minded complainer. As much as I personally enjoy having a great time with people... I'm most certainly NOT the Great Entertainer in any circle. I have quite a load on my plate. So pardon me if I cannot cater to anyone else's constant expectations of me being a always Up in air balloon of sprinkled sugar and gum drops! Lol!

This morning my husband said: "There will always be that one percent of people who are always going to expect from you more than they themselves are ever even willing to give you in the area of simple understanding alone. Shake them off Princess and keep on doing your own best to cope with what we are going through. It's almost over baby. " 

While the rest of the world turns, I am turning with it! Only my greatest burden isn't the scores of a football game, money matters, or a good or bad day at work. My husband is in the penitentiary and our lives have been majorly uprooted on so many levels.

I am not always going to be able to float across the air all starry eyed and chipper. So Time Out... it's my way to rinse and do what I need to do for me! We are never ever any good to anyone else if we're not good to ourselves FIRST! 

Only a small minded, self-centered person would have a problem with this