Waiting is for Losers

I try to be patient. I do. Promise. But sometimes I run short on it. There's a shortage, which is only increased by lack of sleep and other people whining.

My kids are patience testers. Certified and everything. They will test anyone's patience for free. They start with a methodical rewatching of the same annoying TV show, over and over again, till you are tempted to cancel your cable. Then they will cry at your feet, pull on your pants when you're doing dishes, and ask for stuff they don't really want, like a bowl of cereal they have no intention of eating. But they're cute and I love them, so I keep them around.

My husband is a patience tester. Men and women and completely different when they're sick. Women still do all of the normal stuff they usually do, at least I do. Men lay on the couch and watch football, while reminding their wife that they are sick, in case you forgot. David also loves to watch sports, but I hate it. I put up with it though, because its less annoying than the complaining he does if I watch a bunch of episodes of How I Met Your Mother in a row. I'd rather be the annoyed one, than the annoying one.

Everyone is annoying at some point. Your family. Your in-laws. Your boss. They don't mean to be annoying, its just a side effect of good intentions gone wrong.

To me the most annoying patience testing thing in the universe is waiting for something. Waiting for my kids to finally be healthy again, so I can sleep through the night. Waiting for my cold to pass so I can breathe through my nose, my preferred method of breathing. Waiting in line. Waiting for David's W2 form so I can file our taxes. Waiting for our tax return to arrive in the bank so I can go shopping. Waiting to go on vacation with previously mentioned tax return.

Waiting takes forever to me. When I was trying to have a second baby, and every month I would have to wait and see if we were successful or not, that was the worst kind of time-slowing waiting possible. I hate waiting to know things. I need an answer! When I first suspected that I was pregnant with Alana I was at work. I didn't want to wait till the end of the day, so at lunch I went to the store, bought a test and took it back to work to take it. Then instead of waiting till the end of the day to tell David I was pregnant, I texted him at work. True story.

I've never been good at waiting for things. In reality it drives me crazy. It tests my patience more than anything. The worst part is that there's nothing I can do about it.