I used to think I was a patient person. Actually, if I’m being honest with myself, perhaps patient isn’t the correct word. I was, um, easygoing. And possibly just easy, but that is definitely another post.
Being an older mom, I really started out feeling like I had patience in spades. After all, we waited so long and went thru so much on our infertility, hysterectomy, adoption journey just to bring the kid home – why would I ever YELL at him????
Then he started wanting to do things for himself. Freakish.
Do you know how long it takes a three year old to brush his teeth? WELL, let’s see. He must walk to the bathroom, climb up on the stool, climb down from the stool, open the drawer, take out the toothbrush, close the drawer, climb back up on the stool, climb back down from the stool, open the drawer, take out the toothpaste, close the drawer, climb back up on the stool, put down the toothbrush, turn on the water, open the toothpaste, squeeze the toothpaste onto the toothbrush, close the toothpaste, tip over the toothbrush and smear the toothpaste all over the counter and the clean shirt I put on him only one minute ago before he walked to the bathroom, cry, cry, yell at me for trying to help, say ‘I do it,’ open the toothpaste, squeeze more toothpaste onto the toothbrush, close the toothpaste, set down the toothpaste, pick up the toothbrush, put the toothbrush in his mouth, swallow the toothpaste without it ever having touched a tooth, move the toothbrush back and forth three times before saying ‘I all done, mama,’ point to his teeth and say ‘white teeths,’ climb down from the stool, open the drawer, put in toothbrush and toothpaste, close the drawer and leave the bathroom.
Perhaps this is why I may need a few more sessions with his holiness, the Dali Lama.
But hey, things are looking up. I read today that the Catholic church is going to allow confessions via the INTERNET. Talk about a blog I wanna read . . . That would be a real timesaver if I were Catholic.