Patience.

Random people I've met only once tell me that I have a lot of patience.

Today I was at a doctor's appointment. The doctor's assistant told the checkout staff member to schedule me for an appointment in 3 weeks from my next epidural (which will ironically take place on Halloween). The checkout person is 9 weeks pregnant (so I learned while she gabbed away with one of the other staff members who is 10 weeks pregnant), so I'm cutting her major slack. She didn't hear the doctor's assistant. I walked over to the window and sat down (cuz, hey, they just made me do all kinds of movements that make my back and leg hurt, ow). Five minutes later the doctor's assistant sees I am still there and asks the checkout person if she's scheduled my appointment yet. Checkout lady told me she didn't know I was there then scolded me for not saying anything. I was silent. More slack for the pregnancy part. "No worries" were my parting words.

After the appointment I was in traffic, and it took me sitting through what should have been three green lights before I noticed that the car in front of me wasn't far enough forward to trigger the sensor. (Hey, I was listening to rap, I was in another world.) When I realized the situation I considered getting out of my car, considered honking (no no no no no). In the end I just crept closer, waved my hand forward, and mouthed "move forward!" Le Bingo.

After traffic I was at the pharmacy counter to pick up medication I had called in yesterday. No acknowledgement even though the 3 pharmacists could see me. Another minute later and one of the pharmacists says in a chirpy voice, "someone will be right with you! *smile*" and less than a minute later someone helped me. Are any of you pharmacists? Because I love you all. I will never, ever, never ever give you flack for your job. How you count medicine accurately *and* wait on customers is beyond me. (I'm being serious, please do not read sarcasm into this!!)

After pharmacy, home to finish my workday remotely. Allie. Crying. Scratching the window pane. Scratching the door. Getting out so that I had to chase her from the front yard to the back before catching her. More crying. Staring me down. Finally, in the middle of one of her crying fests I say "Allie, could you cut it out? Because I think your sissies* are telling you to shut the hell up!"

So much for patience. Why do I have so little tolerance for my loved ones? I won't snap at a stranger but I'll snap at someone who offers me unconditional love? That's hella freakando whack, y'all.

*Sissies, as in sisters. If I am addressing Allie sissies are Georgie and/or Rips. If addressing Georgia: Al and/or Rips. If addressing Ripley: Al and/or Georgie.

Note: also publishing this one "earlier" than it was created, because those kittens are just too freakando cute!