I pride myself on being independent.

I pride myself on being self-sufficient.

I pride myself on being able to take care of myself.

But last night? Last night I wanted a caretaker.

I wanted somebody else to get the mail.

I wanted somebody else to put away the groceries.

I wanted somebody else to clean the litter box.

I wanted somebody else to clean up the cat puke.

I wanted somebody else to open the wine and pour me a glass.

I wanted somebody else to fix dinner.

I wanted somebody else to do the dishes.

I didn't want to plow through 50+ unread items on Google Reader (although I am so glad I did).

I didn't want to write a blog post.

I didn't want to send emails.

I wanted to lay on the sofa, wrapped in a warm embrace, and drink wine and watch a Bones marathon or an NCIS marathon or a House marathon and just be still and be quiet and be at peace and be cared for.

Last night I wanted a caretaker.