Man Sick

So my hubs is sick. I don't think it's the flu...hopefully it won't turn into the flu either. I love this man. He is my partner in life, he works a job he hates so I can stay home with our kids, he puts up with me and all my hormonal craziness, he has made many changes in his life over the last 4 years, all for the best. I want him to feel better...very soon. The problem is that I can't stand taking care of him. He is such a baby when he is sick and it drives me crazy!! Man colds and man sickness is a very real thing. The way it works in our house is that when one parent is sick, they are quarantined into our room. We try our best to keep the kids out and the sick one just rests. So that means they are mostly in their alone. I only go in their to take him food and such. But here's the thing. When I go in their he can't just be like, "I need more water" or " I would like some menudo" or "I need more Motrin". No, that would be far too easy. Instead, whenever I come in the room he moans and groans...like a baby who can't talk, people...and just in general acts like he's dying. He tells me he's hungry at 8:30 in the morning. He doesn't say what he wants, just that he's hungry. So I bring him a bowl of cereal. His cereal. His gluten free cereal that he bought when he went to the store, which leads me to believe that he must like this cereal. I bring it to him. As he goes to all the great effort it requires to sit up in bed...since he's dying...and looks into the bowl it's not gratitude or appreciation I get from him. No no, he says "what's this". He looks at it, getting a few spoonfuls and dropping them back into the bowl as if it was gruel or something. And says, "Oh, its not menudo? Should I even be having milk? Won't that make me all phlegmy?"...It's so annoying. It makes me want to put him out of his misery...in the most loving way possible. He just drives me crazy. So here I am on the couch, I don't sleep with him to try and avoid his germs. So I'm sleeping on the couch, I'm doing all the regular housework and child care, and I'm having to deal with him. It's too much. It turns my normal delightful demeanor into one...less than delightful. I hope no one else gets it, though I am a nicer nurse to my children than to him. I mainly hope he feels better soon...real soon.

Seriously?

So. I just saw another article on slate. It annoyed me and I didn't even read it. It was titled "Sidelined: Why are there still no women coaching men's sports? And why don't we care?" Seriously? Is this seriously what we are coming to? We have already established that I am not a feminist...well I am, just not a liberal feminist. But surely it doesn't take a "rather conservative" girl to see that this is just craziness. Is there ever going to be a line that we don't cross? A line where we say, this is for men and this is for women? How about, just so we can be fair, men start throwing a little girl, hissy fit about the fact that they have to come up with the technology for men to start carrying babies yet. Come on men, don't just stand there, all happy with yourself and stuff, stand up for yourself, lets hear some whining about all the things that women get and can do that you can't. It's really out of control if you ask me. While I agree there does need to be a little regulation on how women are treated in the work force, such as being paid the same wage for the same work as men, being treated respectfully in the workplace. Those are just human decency issues. Women getting to coach a professional men's football team? That's girls being whiny girls, giving us all a bad name. Want to know why there are jobs that just are men's jobs? Because men and women are different. Made equal in the eyes of The Lord, but for different purposes. And you know what? God called what he had made good....the men and the women. When God called His creation good He meant that it was fitting of Him, which is perfection. God made the women to be a suitable helper for the man. Not his slave, maid, or servant. His helper, to counsel, encourage, advise, and uplift him. Not to take over, not to boss, not to control. Very few of us operate the way God intended, but that's the way it should be. We should not feel oppressed, controlled, or minimized by this. We should feel loved, honored, protected. God gave us a natural protector. And instead of appreciating it, we fight it, we say we can do it all on our own, we say we don't need the gift God gave to us. I'm not saying I'm perfect, it's hard to relinquish control. But I absolutely appreciate my husbands role in our life. He works, he does the dirty work, the hard work, the heavy work, he has the final say on big financial matters, among other things. I gladly do the "women's" work. I do the cooking, cleaning, the majority of the child care, the doctors visits, and so on and so on. I'm very glad I don't have to go to work everyday and instead get to be home with my kids. I'm so glad for the financial support and willing heart of my husband to let me stay home. He has an ugly job that he doesn't enjoy, but he does it so I can be home. That makes me feel loved. Why is it so unacceptable for women to be women and men to be men in this day and age? Why can't we just be happy being who we are, who God made us to be? Oh wait. That's right. We've decided that God didn't make us, that we climbed out of the slime and magically ended up this way. Well guess what, that idea stinks, bad. For one, because its wrong, and for two because it devalues human life. We didn't accidentally end up here by being the strongest or biggest or toughest. We are here, we are the way we are, because God wanted us this way and made us this way. He has a purpose for each of us, and He loves us. When we see this truth then we can live with that purpose. It's ok to be who we are, to do what we were made to do. Instead of feeling like we need to scratch and claw our way to the top so we can stay the biggest, strongest, and toughest. I hope I never see the day that women coach professional men's sports. I won't feel like its a victory for women, but instead a defeat. Maybe more like a forfeiture, because it will be something we gave away, not something that was taken. You know I did read one little snippet of the article. There was apparently a women who was the head coach of an NBA development team, she seemingly did well, was respected, and guess what? She quit after one year in the position to go home and spend more time with her son....Interesting.

Bridezilla? No Thanks!

So I was just reading an article about a women who eloped, in it she put forth her reasons for why it was the right thing to do. Like how much time and money it takes to put a wedding together. And it got me thinking. When did we get into this era of bridezillas being acceptable/normal?? Have you ever watched that show? Or worse, had a little bridezilla in your life? I just don't get it. These two people want to get married. So that means that all the people they"love most" have to come together, throw expensive parties for them, be their errand girl, act like they are a flawless princess, make sure no one stresses them out, spend considerable amounts of money on the clothes for that one day, and I'm sure the list could go on and on. I really don't get it. I don't buy the well I spent a lot of money on the planning and dinner so...still was your choice. I just really hate the culture that says this is the way it is now. Where everything needs to be more elaborate, more indulgent, more self centered. I had the simplest wedding. My hubby and I had a child when we were teenagers. We decided to get married two months after he was born. It was all planned in like a week. Only our immediate family was invited and we had hot dogs at my brothers house afterwards. I'm not going to act like it was what I always dreamed of as little girl, but I was just as married as anyone else by the end of the day. We always said we would have a real wedding in a year or two, but the realities of life hit us...a child to raise, a second baby on the way by our 1st anniversary, finances, time, and in all honesty, interest. We lost interest. Life goes on, the one thing I really feel I missed out on is the pictures. We didn't have a professional photographer and my hair turned out to be an atrocity that day. None of the pictures we have are or ever will be displayed in our house...I kinda regret that for my 3 daughters sake. But there are more important things than a big elaborate wedding. I'm not saying they are inherently self centered. Weddings are a beautiful thing to share with your loves ones, but they sure can turn in to a "me me me fest". Why do we have to be so self centered in this country? Why do we feel the need to appear better than those around us? What happened to the weddings that served only cake and punch (for the record, I do not encourage or recommend only serving cake and punch, despite my ranting I expect a full meal when I go to a wedding. What I'm really referring to when I say that is a change of attitude, not menu). I think we need to just stop being so stuck up and prideful and selfish. That's all. Ok, there's one more thing I missed out on. I never registered for or received the standard gifts to start a household. We had to slowly put all that together ourselves...but maybe that's not such a bad thing, I don't have all the nicest accessories and place settings and dishes and bath towels. I have what I earned. What we could afford with what we worked for. I don't know, I think kinda think that might be the best thing we got from our wedding.