I sang a song in a high school musical, "Can't Help Loving That Man Of Mine"...cheesy as all hell as it sounds, it's the truth when it comes to Jesse. I just didn't know what man I was singing about back in the year 2000 (maybe it was 1999?). There's a balance that guy creates in my life that is unlike anything else. Where I fall and lack, he stands and conquers. I'd like to think I do the same for him.
I am self employed as a nanny. Jesse works for a small-ish credit union. He has amazing benefits (but they don't cover adoption or IVF), paid time off, a 401K, and sick days with no questions asked when he calls in (because he rarely calls in). All those great perks of working for a company. I've been sickly this past month. I re-injured my back from a freak kickball injury (don't ask), have been in and out of the doctor, and put on that nasty steroid prednisone to help with the inflammation. Prednisone affects me similarly to how super-ovulatory drugs affected me for our seven medicated cycles. It makes me have hot flashes, eat outrageous amounts of food, and cry uncontrollably about silly things like low threadcount sheets from Bed, Bath, and Beyond and Jesse eating my potato o'lays from Taco Johns. And now I have a cold. A poorly timed cold that landed during a mostly humid Minnesota summer week. Most of the families I work for would find a way to manage if I had to call in sick, but I decided to forge through. My families are all great, and cut me some slack when I'm not feeling my best. I am also a believer that you feel better when you're up and at it, rather than holed up in bed. So instead of me calling in sick, Jesse called in sick for himself. My car battery also died on Monday morning so he let me sleep in a few hours yesterday (I had to work 10am-9:30pm) and woke up early to take my car in for a new battery. He was home in enough time to get me off and running to work with a new, fully charged battery in my car. I left for work, and he proceeded to mow the lawn, cut down some overgrown volunteer trees by our garage, water my garden, get groceries, pick up the house (HE MADE THE BED!), send me cute pictures of the dogs....and just generally be the most awesome husband in all the land. He took a sick day, and picked up the slack for his little family because the other half of his family was sucking majorly at wifery.
That's why I can't help lovin' that man of mine. I mean, how can you not, right?
Jesse, here's to a third year of us. Together. Doing this thing. To being each other's bestie for the restie.