So we had a few (minor) hiccups in the book upload process, the first of which my husband labored some hours to fix, the last of which was swiftly resolved and approved. But when that one small image was the wrong color on the eproof, and I saw we would have to revise the upload a second time, I behaved as though something truly disastrous had happened. Yay, for those 15-20 minutes of extremely mild inconvenience, one might have surmised that all plans in all the world had fallen through, and no good could come of anything ever.
Much of this ridiculous drama came of a mixture of anxiety and impatience. Perhaps you could forgive me for being absolutely ridiculous…I have poured my heart and soul into this after all, so losing my mind over tiny things and feeling impatient for results is, if not reasonable, at least comprehensible.
But, lo, on this same exact morning, I did have to gather my children (backpacks and schoolwork and waters included) to go to chapel. One of them could not find their backpack (it was right in front of them) and promptly burst into tears and laments. Over such a tiny thing! And the solution was right there, so easily grasped! Honestly. How ridiculous.
And of course whenever they ask me for anything, they can’t possibly wait one minute, or wait for the other sibling to finish a request before they make a new one. Everything has to be at once and chaotic and frustrating. I grow so impatient with their impatience. I am so frustrated with their frustrations.
Since it turns out I am precisely and exactly like them, you would think I would have more grace on them. You would think I could more easily forgive them for being absolutely ridiculous. It is, if not reasonable, at least comprehensible.
J. L. Odom 