I have a lasting memory of my childhood after Parents Evenings with my parents coming home saying that the feedback was all good, I worked hard and participated well in class BUT I had no patience and rushed everything.
I used to laugh and roll my eyes when my parents told me to slow down as I never found it to be a negative…. until now.
I would like to think that I’m now described as a crafter and if there’s anything a crafter needs is patience. Everything is a little bit fiddly with a lot of glue and far too much paper so it’s very easy to get frustrated! So basically it’s quite an amusing mix – me and craft.
Not only am I crafter without patience but I’m also a parent!! And surely patience is at the top of the list when you’re being accepted into parenting school 🙂 Well somehow I got in.. twice!
This week therefore I’m ranting not about other people but about me. I think I’m an ok sort of girl but at the top of my list of things to change (other than my fat tummy of course) would be my lack of patience.
What do you find it difficult to be patient about?
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So at what point is it fair that the older you get the worse the hangovers become?
As a teenager and early twenties I was a big binge drinker and smoker and my hangovers were bad but I could continue 5, 7 even 10 days on the trot with just a quick Bloody Mary (or actually in my case a full fat Coke) and then on with the drinking. OK, I didn’t have anything to get up for (well apart from University and then work) in the mornings but it didn’t matter I just coped.
I gave up smoking when I was 26 and the hangovers disappeared totally, not a jot, never ever. It was amazing. I couldn’t believe that smoking could really make me hungover and not the alcohol. So I was laughing, I sympathised with my friends when they were suffering but truthfully just thanked my lucky stars and patted myself on my back for having such an amazing constitution!
Then I hit 30 which also coincided with having children and it has become an absolute JOKE. OK, so when I drink I drink a lot – I’m a big girl and can take my drink – but still…. it just isn’t fair to punish me in such a way, especially when I have to look after my children with their whining and crying and constant why, why, why, why?????? No that’s not fair they’re not that bad at all however when I’m hungover THEY ARE THAT BAD.
So my Ranty Friday post this Friday really is in desperation – why oh why are my hangovers so bad?
Thanks for reading
ps – please check out my twitter friends blog – Mummy Barrow She is encouraging us all to let out a rant each Friday and posting it on her blog – letting out a bit of steam before the weekend comes.
So this Ranty Friday post is a bit controversial. The reason being, one of my favourite people in the whole wide world is ALWAYS late and if she does read this she’ll know who she is so I just want to say that even though you’re ALWAYS late I will always love you 🙂
So, I’m an early bird. Not on time. Not a bit early. But a seriously anal early bird. I absolutely do not expect people to be like me. I spent a lot of time waiting around and I can see how annoying that would be for most people so I don’t recommend people be as early as I am.
What I would like however is that people are on time. I understand that there are occasionally things out of our control that may make us a bit late however more often than not there is no reasonable excuse.
Why should I wait around for people just because they can’t get ready in time. Is their time really more important than mine?
Thanks for reading.
ps – please check out my twitter friends blog – http://www.mummybarrow.com/ranty-friday/ She is encouraging us all to let out a rant each Friday and posting it on her blog – letting out a bit of steam before the weekend comes.