waiting.waiting.waiting

Do you ever have to wait for anything? I mean, really wait [not just sit.here.reading.the.paper.while.they.make.my.avocado.on.toast wait].

When I was little, my dad used to take me and my sister to the park every Saturday afternoon. [In retrospect, my mum was probably going bananas and needed a break]. We loved it. The only thing was, we always had to wait until after lunch. And then, we had to wait until after coffee.

Now, this was not just a slug.it.down.coffee. My dad liked to kick back in his favourite chair, with a big mug of instant [nescafe, black, no sugar. mmmm yum!blegh!] and a Monte Carlo biscuit, while he read The Economist. My friends! This was The World’s Longest Coffee and the wait used to kill us, every week.

I was thinking this morning, about how I am super spoilt and never really have to wait for much. Which means that I am not very good at it.

Right now I am waiting for this baby to arrive. [yep, still]. And I am big and uncomfortable and grumpy and ridiculously impatient. I’m trying to stay in the moment, enjoying the now. But to be honest, it’s not working so well.

I’m back to being that little kid, watching that coffee s-l-o-w-l-y disappear – slurp by slurp.

Tags: babies, coffee, gratitude