Ever have those days when you get home from work and you know you still have a couple of hours to put in? The kids are going batty. The wife is in a pissy mood and your Blackberry is buzzing out of the holster because you have a massive RFP due in two days.
These are the evenings where you wish you could pound down a couple of expressos for energy, bang out the work you need to get done, swill down a late dinner and hope to get about five hours of sleep to start it all over again.
There’s one problem though — the kids are beating the piss out of each other, pulling hair, biting, asking for stuff every two seconds, etc.These are the times that test your patience.
My mother would always say to me that patience was a virtue — something I never understood until I had kids.
There are days where I don’t mind when the kids are out of control. In fact, I’ll join them and have fun. Then there are times where I’m steaming and I find myself yelling at them because of every little thing they are doing. That’s not fair to them and not fair to my wife who has to listen to my loud mouth.
Sometimes you just need to take a step back and use a little patience, because, afterall, it is a virture.
