Sometimes I want a macho man. A flexing, grunting, I'll take care of it kind of guy. The kind of man that gets his leg chopped off and simply tosses it into a bag and hops to work... and sews it back on during break. Mostly... it's because I have no maternal instinct and see my lack of compassion to the one person I love the most as a fault of mine. Take out the need for pampering and we're doing just fine and dandy. The minute Jake gets sick or just feels ill I go into some bizarre bitch-mode and can't seem to shake it until he gets out of it. Take this morning for instance. He is coming back from a two day vacation celebrating his birthday and managed to get food poisoning. He puked his guts out last night while at school so I picked him up (under threat of death if he puked in my car) and he went to bed. This morning he talked about not going into work and I turned into a mini boss. Statements like "You'll need a note", "This is a bad time for you to call in considering you'll be out with your knee" and even "You sounded JUST fine last night at 1AM when you couldn't sleep" flew out of my mouth . The final "You should AT LEAST go in for a little while" finally pushed him to iron his shirt. I practically bullied him into work. I don't know why I get this way. Maybe it's because most guys I've dated just buck up and deal with it. Most guys I've dated were assholes though. *blink* Well now... that puts things into perspective.

Oh yeah... and I've been on hold for ten minutes listening to music and now have Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time stuck in my head. Blah.

PS: After talking to a friend it was pointed out that I sounded a bit mean. It's not like I think Jake is a candy ass. He's strong, gets shit done and is the best bug killer I can find. When it's heavy he lifts it, when there's work to do, he does it. This rant is only on being sick... and more about how I react than how he feels. In short: He's a manly man. :p