A Watched Pot Never Boils

In other words, have patience. Patient I am not. (Sounds a little like Yoda, huh?)

I'm on a mini-vacay with my boys and the good girlie in-laws. Get three women in a room and it takes forever to make a decision. I think that's because it is in our genetic makeup to try to appease everyone . . . if we do this, so and so won't have fun but if we do that, the other half will be out of luck. Also on my mind are the 10,000 other things on my to-do list I have waiting for me at home.

After a day of swimming, Disneying and a visit to the Lego Store, I was worn out.


Sidenote: Like most boys, mine are obsessed with legos. Twenty-nine out of 30 days in a month, the playroom floor is a sea mine of blue, red, yellow and green squares. Don't dare go barefoot in there. I bet there are little yellow men with plastic swords and ninja hats screaming to get out of my vacuum cleaner.

Anyway, CLH went back on his word of "NO MORE LEGOS!" after much begging and each of them got a $5 toy (OK, CTH's was $15 but BBH was none the wiser.) So last night, I was ready for lights out. I kept after BBH to get off the floor, turn off the light and get in bed. That fell on deaf ears so I decided to leave him there and flip the switch myself. "Mommy!!! Why can't you be patient?!" I didn't realize he had torn open the box that he had been staring at longingly for five hours. See, he had been patient. In agreeing to the purchase, CLH had one requirement - no opening until we got back to the hotel. With every hour that had ticked by, a little piece of BBH had been dying inside and unknowingly I was ready to make the kill strike.

I'm always pleasantly surprised by how much I can learn from my little men. I'm also pleasantly surprised when I discover they have a virtue that I do not. So I guess I need to give my main man a point for teaching that one.