I am not a virtuous woman. Why do I say such things about myself, you ask? Here's how I figured it out.
Patience is a virtue.
I have no patience.
Ergo, I am not virtuous.
Seriously, patience is not one of my strong suits, as they say. As a teenager, my mother regularly informed me that she "felt sorry for my children!" I don't know if it was just general teenage angst or if my impatience with everything was just my stellar character shining through.
Mir's comment in her post yesterday about how Chickie gets so frustrated when she can't get her homework correct RIGHT THIS MINUTE reminded me so much of me. I can clearly remember getting so frustrated as a child that I would wad my homework into a ball, blindly not understanding that that meant I had to start over.
When I was very small I would actually bite myself in frustration if something didn't go my way. Yeah, that's right. I BIT myself.
Patient, I am not.
But I have gotten better. I actually believe that something happens to you when you have children. Some kind of hormone is released or something. I know that there are calming hormones released when you're breast feeding and I think they stick around. How else do we moms tune out those repetitive electronic toys? How else can we simultaneously stiff arm one child hanging on your legs in an effort to keep her from burning herself while you cook dinner, sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star for the thousandth time that day, and watch your son practice his "ninja moves", all while slicing an onion for dinner?
Of course we all have days when we snap. I mean, y'all do, don't you? Don't tell me I'm the only one. Today has been one of those days. I woke up sleepy, which is never good. I cut myself shaving. I put product in my hair before combing it out which means that it wasn't distributed evenly. I hit my knee on the drawer. I pulled out my new shirt to wear only to discover that I had a very large back zit that was highlighted by the neckline on my shirt (curse ye, back zits!). I had only 5 minutes until I had to leave the house and had to rush to iron a new shirt, plus clean off the chop sticks Bubba wanted to take to school (don't ask!), get my coffee and my lunch ready, so yeah, my patience was wearing a little thin.
But at least I didn't bite myself. Or anybody else.
6 years ago