Sometimes a girl just needs to be rescued.

    Today was not my day. It was one of "those days." And I guess looking back it wasn't a horrible day. It could have been much worse. However, it just started off wrong.

   Looking forward to my 2 hour delay, I was excited to be able to sleep in. Yesterday I had been fighting a fever and sore throat, so I pretty much slept all yesterday afternoon and night. I wasn't in the best mood (still really not). I woke up at 7:30, praying school had just been canceled. But nope. So I dragged my sorry tail out of bed and got dressed. My brother, being the kind hearted soul that he is, went to heat up my car.

   Dead battery. Why flippin' me. Running late, I had no choice but for my brother to take me to school like I was middle school again--dropping me off and picking me up. Brother to the rescue!

   When I got home, my car still would not start. Luckily, another friend of mine was just a street over and he was able to start my car with some jumper cables. Billy to the rescue! Fingers crossed that it will start again in the morning.

   But, at that point of the day, I just wanted to cry. I was whiny. I had on my sad face and sulked to washing dishes (a strange activity I like to do when I am thinking or upset about something). I am thankful that my brother and Billy were there to help. It just made me realize that I cannot do everything on my own. Sometimes you just have to accept the defeat and be rescued.

   Any woman can say that she doesn't need a man to help her get stuff done. Been there, done that, said that. There are times though it is just nice to set back and let a man do something for you...and there are some things that they are better at, like cars. Yeah. I said it. They are better at some things. Key word: some things. Anyways, I can act like I do not need a man to help with taking down my Christmas tree or laying pine needles in the front and back yard. I can pretend like I don't need a man to cut my grass or lift a heavy box for me. But, would it be nice if a man did it for me? Of course. Maybe I am not vocal enough to tell a guy each time that I would like for him to do something for me. I guess that goes back to pride. And sometimes I just like that element of surprise of a man doing something kind or out of the ordinary for me to show that he was thinking of me and trying to help me. Unfortunately, sometimes a guy doesn't get those hints or ideas on their own. That's a whole other blog post. The point is, when the action from a guy is an unexpected surprise or we asked that you do it for us--we notice it. We take note. We appreciate it. Or at least, I know I do. 

   Am I a damsel in distress every day? Definitely not. But I do have my days and moments when I liked to spoiled or just have the burden lifted off my shoulders for a little bit. Especially when it comes to cars. I freak out when my car isn't working like it should. It's nice to crawl up in the arms of a man that cares for you, let you cry a tear or two and comfort you. Ok. That sounded pathetic. But I'm still having my moment ok? I'll just eat a Reese Tree, drink a cold glass of milk, and crawl into bed with another episode of One Tree Hill on Netflix. Let me be.

"Well, Jessica! You could be homeless right now!" -My mother, the encourager

   Update: Woke up Wednesday morning to no water due to frozen water pipes. Someone give me another Reese tree.