This single word is what I keep repeating to myself. When I get frustrated with Little Ms. C, think about my job (a that is a mess peeps, a mess), think about moving to a new school district (urgh, we, along with the rest of the world (I know) have lost their shirts, pants and shoes on this freaking "investment"), and losing weight.
I'm thinking about getting the Gaelic spelling of patience (foighne) or the Gaelic phrase "bíodh foighne agat" (have patience) tattooed on my inner right forearm. I'm leaning towards simply "foighne" because of space. But that costs money, and if you read my last post, you know I am trying to save that precious thing.
Those who know me (which is all of you) know I have little patience. Never have had it. Type A driver with a short fuse is how I am best described. So, five days into the new year I'm ready to go bonkers already because things aren't happening as quickly as I'd like. Nor, in many cases, are they happening the way I want. So maybe I should get my left forearm tatted with something like stay flexible. I looked that up and "ligean chugat is uait a bheith agat" seems the most accurate. (Dang we Irish like to make phrases long -- see, no patience). Solúbtha is the adjective but it's not really addressing people...
I need patience to get me through the winter. (I hate it.)
I need patience to deal with a preschooler who, like her mother, likes to exert control. (We butt heads. A lot.)
I need patience to see what happens with my job. (I have NO control here - which is itself an issue and no clear path about what my future holds. Very scary when you are the primary bread winner for your small clan.)
I need to be patient about losing weight. (I went to the doctor today and was absolutely horrified to learn how much weight I had gained since I last visited.) *I seriously expected this to already be lower. Keep in mind, I just started working out again on Monday. Monday, people. Monday. It's Wednesday. And my mind thinks I should be down three pounds by now. Not up three pounds.