say Mother Teresa herself...
would eventually become impatient with:
the constant babble of broken English (I know it's not their fault... it just grinds on your nerves after awhile), the repetitive questions about nothing, the whining about the history banquet, the little dog in the backyard yacking his stupid little head off, helping sound out the word "it" while reading for like the millionth time today, the Hannah Montana wanna be singing at the top of her lungs and playing the guitar (which she has absolutely no training in), the boy who can't seem to focus bouncing this insane little bouncy ball again and again and again, the girl who can't walk by the piano without pounding on the keys with no resemblance of a tune, the phone ringing off the hook, the fruit flies I accidentally brought home on a bunch of fruit from WalMart that have multiplied exponentially and are swarming all over my house, and not to mention the costume that still needs to be finished by tomorrow with no time to sew it...
Please tell me, even Mother Teresa would be freaking out right now? I have no patience left. I am about 10 minutes away from shooting the dog, (sorry Rebecca, I know how you feel about cruelty to animals, but what about cruelty to people?) putting everyone to bed, and checking myself into a mental hospital... maybe I will settle for my bed with my vampire book...
5 comments:
It's a bad day when working in the emergency room (or a crisis counselor) feels relaxing compared to home! Lol, Crystal
I will probably wont help with my broken english post :) But I know how you feel about patience. I have NONE.
Always enjoying your post Gina.
Hope that you have a better day today :)
You made me laugh...because I SO ABSOLUTELY can identify!!!!!
My heart was especially warmed to hear that you eventually become impatient with the constant babble of broken English. My son (post traumatic head injury and learning English as a second language on top of already profound language disabilities) drives me insane some days with his babbling....the same non-understandable things said rapidly in triplicate (as though loud, automatic rapid-fire repetition will someone make his mother suddenly UNDERSTAND). I find myself wanting to scream "BE QUIET! STOP TALKING!", but then I am overwhelmed with mother guilt and the internal voice that scolds, "How CAN he learn to speak if you keep telling him NOT to speak!".
I have come to a compromise between overwhelming guilt vs insanity. I do not allow him to say things in rapid-fire triplicate. My new rule is if he says the same thing quickly three times over before allowing me a chance to reply, then I have permission to ignore him and tune him out. If he says it ONCE and then remains quietly awaiting a reply, I sort out what he is trying to say (often a long and tedious process due to the garbled nature of his speech) and I reply. Actually, this has really helped.
But, it just did my heart a world of good to hear another mother admitting to impatience at the CONSTANT BABBLE of broken English. Hallelujah! Someone else out there feels my pain!!!
And, I think the book sounds like very good therapy, indeed!
you have such a cute blog! I was looking for a Christmas ticker this morning...can I follow that link and steal it? Hope you are having a better day today!
Oh Gina,
Loved the post cause I am so RIGHT there with you!!! In fact I just yelled out the door at the dog as I was sitting down to your post!! HA!
Denise
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