Patience is getting up early on a Saturday morning, to sit in the bitter cold, while your son plays a double header.
Patience is coming home to an afternoon of football. Keeping up with BYU and Utah including the post game shows on the radio. PS, who are these guys that call in? Get a hobby, fellas.
Patience is spending the evening watching the Red Sox vs. Tampa Bay. Your son and husband coaching from 2,000 miles away, your daughter cheering.
Most of all, patience is biting your tongue when not one item has been crossed of the "to do" list that you thoughtfully prepared for your husband.
Patience is giving him some credit for making a trip to Lowes and buying the large hook that he needs to remove the latest object that your one year old has flushed down the toilet.
Patience is going to bed with hopes that next Saturday you will not need
SO. MUCH. PATIENCE.
5 comments:
I feel the steam rising . . .
You have much more patience than I do. A double header in this freezing weather! NO WAY You're amazing that's all I can say.
For some reason I can relate to this post! We don't even have a team we are cheering for but we watch all the games anyway! By the way, what is a to-do list?!
Um, you are lucky your husband lets you give him a "To-Do" list.
Patience is...
... in addition to all this, making sure your neighbor hasn't done any permanent damage.
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