Patience

It's official:

I have no patience.

How do I know?

Example #1:

Paige and I played Memory. She got 22 matches; I got 2. Two people! (And I was dying for the game to be over before it began. I had to focus big-time just to get the two matches--because I was so busy calculating the amount of time it would take to finish one round. LOL!)

Example #2:

Camry loves to take photos, but never seems to return the camera to its resting place. Funny how much this one little thing drives me batty. She'll know where the camera is, but I'll still hear myself saying, "come on...hurry, get the camera." Why the hurry? I have no idea. I almost think it's out of habit--the hurry.

Example #3:

I made Recipe #1 in my PDub Project (cook my way through the Pioneer Woman's cookbook) yesterday. I was loving it. So much fun doing the prep . . . until I realized those little peppers bake at 245 degrees for one hour. ONE HOUR!? Who has one hour to wait on jalepeno poppers? R U kidding me? P-Dub, we don't all live on the ranch watching the corn grow as high as an elephant's eye.

Example #4:
I made my first full-size chicken pot pie this week--and got too lazy to make the crust myself. Well, not lazy, just impatient. I wanted that pie PRONTO.

I need to just take a deep breath and remember that if I'm so busy looking for the "next moment" to come, I'm going to miss moments like this . . .

Jonah skateboarding.

It goes by so quickly.

All of it.

Life.