I am a woman of amazing patience at times. I have to be.
The industry I have choosen to take a posse up in for the past 12 years demands it.
Some of the people I have surrounded myself with in my personal life too have demanded I have the patience of a god damn saint as well.
See people come into your life for a reason or a season … so as much as I want to say kiss my arse difficult people, I also thank you.
My kids generally benefit greatly from my patience, as it takes me quiet a bit to become pissed off with something they are doing.
Let me just tell the whole of the fucking internet this.
Hell hath no fury than this woman that has been up and down all night then committed herself solely to a full day at work.
No patience lives in this woman therefore.
She is going insane with the lawnmower that starts up each night on the pillow beside her.
She tosses and she turns and hides her head under her pillow. She prods him, pinches his nose, throws a pillow over his head, wacks him with thus said pillow and only manages to just hold back from finding a short and curly to pull.
She despises having to get up and chop a carrot at 2 am for a hungry toddler that didn’t eat his dinner also. Her eye’s don’t even open properly at that hour.
By 2pm the following day she becomes absolutely abhorrent to anyone that does ANYTHING that maybe not to her liking.
This thing that maybe not to her liking today may of been completely acceptable by her yesterday. Let’s say for example today, you decided to take her chair when she got up off it for 5 mins … BAM! Bad books instant.
As a result of all of this, I do so solemly declare, I am tired and I need to go to sleep or I am going to either howl like a baby about something as dumb as my WordPress app crashing or drop my lolly completely and scream blue fucking murder at why all the dogs in my god damn street are barking.
May peace be with you.