I am the semi-neurotic mother of three kids, ages 18, 8 and 5. My oldest is off to college and my youngest just started school. I’ve been the single mom, divorced mom, married mom, young mom, old mom, career mom, and attends school-at-night mom. I’ve worked in the IT world for almost two decades, but still shy from programming cell phones. I have no free time, but when I do…I write or read or plan our next vacation or holler at whomever to give me some PEACE AND QUIET.
Patience
Patience-What is that, again?
Whenever I pray for patience my kids act worse, so I’ve quit praying.
Life has been stressful lately and of course my spawn react to the negative energy and hurl it right back at me.
Scene I Steaming-hot car in a Mexican-styled fast food restaurant drive thru (take a guess which one).
Me: “Yes, I’d like to order 8 dozen everything so I don’t have to cook for a ye…”
Kids, both, at top of lungs:
“AAAAAHHHH, QUIT HITTING ME!!!”
“YOU BRAT”
“I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“THAT’S MINE!!!!!”
Drive-Thru Worker: “Excuse me?”
Me: “Sorry, as I was saying, I’d like to order…”
Kids, both, at top of lungs:
“MOMMMMAAAAA, SHE KEEPS HITTING ME!!!!!!!!!!”
“IWANTCHEESE&CHIPSIWANTCHEESE&CHIPSIWANTCHEESE&CHIPSIWANT…”
Scene II Steaming hot car behind loud car in drive-thru
Strangers: “Honey, the other evening you wanted to discuss having children? Let’s not, and say we did”
(Loud car exits stage right, burning rubber towards home with no dinner)
I have a little plaque that was my mom’s. It says, “Lord, give me patience… and I want it RIGHT NOW!”
Comment by Janalee — July 28, 2009 @ 4:13 pm