You know, I used to consider myself a pretty patient person. Seriously. There was a time when I could stand in a long line at my favorite coffee shop without batting an eye or roll my eyes at a slow driver in front of me. I never felt annoyed when my partner would tell me an overly detailed story, and honestly, the laundry strewn around didn’t bother me nearly as much. I even let commercials play through—can you believe that?
Ah, those were the days.
Back when I didn’t walk around with an expression that screamed “WTF?” at every little inconvenience. The times when a trip to the DMV didn’t send my blood pressure skyrocketing because I was counting down the minutes until school pick-up. The days before my laundry room looked like a disaster zone and the state of my kitchen made me question my life choices.
Excuse me a sec—CAN YOU HURRY UP? Ballet starts in ten minutes!
So, where was I? Oh right, patience. Or, more accurately, my dwindling supply of it. Since becoming a parent, my once abundant patience feels like it’s been stretched thinner than a piece of paper, and let’s be honest, it’s like everyone is just stepping on that last nerve of mine 24/7. The emotional weight of motherhood has drained every last drop of my saintly demeanor.
Honestly, even on a good day, my patience sits at about “this mom is about to explode,” so you might want to pick up the pace, DMV guy.
Just one minute—FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY, GET OFF THAT XBOX AND DO YOUR HOMEWORK!
Ugh, I lost my train of thought again. Patience is a virtue, right? Just ask me about the time I lost it in front of my neighbors while wearing a bathrobe after my kid missed the bus. Or the Thanksgiving I freaked out when I found out our turkey was still frozen, and we had a house full of guests arriving.
And don’t even get me started on those million interruptions while I try to do simple things like fold laundry or pay bills. There’s always a dog who’s just run through some fresh asphalt or kids wrestling in the hallway.
YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOUR GYM UNIFORM NEEDED WASHING!
Sigh. Let’s face it, moms don’t have time for anyone’s nonsense. Our schedules are jam-packed because every single task seems to take 96 extra steps thanks to kids who, let’s face it, just don’t get that putting on socks shouldn’t take 20 minutes.
And even when I plan for my toddler’s last-minute poop after she’s strapped into her car seat or my teenager realizes at 10 p.m. that he has a major project due, we still end up behind schedule.
OF COURSE, THE WASHING MACHINE BROKE TODAY! WITH SEVEN LOADS OF LAUNDRY WAITING! AND A DIRTY GYM UNIFORM!
Because it’s always something, right? Someone’s always waking up sick, throwing a tantrum in the store, or interrupting my important calls, making me look like a hot mess on national TV (I still cringe for that poor mom).
Every single day, moms everywhere have their plans derailed because kids make it impossible to maintain even a shred of patience. And nice things? Forget it.
We’ve definitely earned our impatience.
THE WASHING MACHINE REPAIR GUY WILL COME BETWEEN 8 A.M. AND 8 P.M.? GREAT.
Moms have every right to feel annoyed when a fellow parent replies to the same email 15 times about the classroom party. Wading through a mountain of emails just to find out how many juice boxes I need to send in makes me lose my cool.
And honestly, I don’t care if I look impatient when I’m waiting for the woman in front of me to deliberate about her Kohl’s cash after a return. Seriously, lady, nobody cares! My carpool duties are calling!
Do I take pride in my mom impatience? Not really. Should I channel my inner Zen and go with the flow instead of letting the chaos drive me nuts?
YEAH, RIGHT. SCREW THE GYM UNIFORM, JUST GO NAKED FOR ALL I CARE!
Probably, but here’s the thing: patience isn’t part of the parenting package. Kids make everything harder, slower, and messier. Nothing is easy, and everything becomes a drawn-out process filled with arguments. Moms have long since said goodbye to their patience.
If you need me, I’ll be over here, impatiently waiting for the washing machine repair guy to arrive. I give up.
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In summary, motherhood has a way of testing your patience like nothing else. From chaotic schedules to constant interruptions, it can feel like you’re always on the edge. But despite the challenges, we find ways to adapt and survive, even if it means embracing a little impatience along the way.
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