I must admit, patience is my weakest point. My temper gets out of hand particularly if I get peeved right on the spot--how to describe it? Well I can get helluva crazy and be real mean. When I was younger, my dad told me I could throw tantrums which could make the dogs hide their tails. I know. I was bad. And still am.
But Im older now. Ok. Waaayy older. And Im already a parent. And patience is still a test I most often than not fail miserably at. Its not really a virtue-- patience is more like a skill that can be mastered through practice. And that's what Im doing. Trying again and again to get a grip and hold my trap.
