I used to think I was a patient guy. In classes, I can sit through the most boring of lectures and not bat an eyelash. When I’m working, I will suffer through people trying to do some of the most mundane computer tasks without pushing them to go faster or grabbing the controls and doing it myself.
Then baby came and I find my patience flying the coop on a daily basis. All I can think about is how we’re only 8 months in and it’s probably not going to get easier at this point.
Baby wants to eat, baby needs a nap, baby doesn’t want to go to sleep, baby wakes up, baby wants attention, baby grabs at everything, baby won’t let me or mommy eat, baby laughs at me, baby pisses the dog off, baby won’t let me or mommy sleep, baby gets into things, baby wants his freedom, baby doesn’t want to be interrupted when his Wheel of Fortune is on, baby doesn’t want to watch The Neverending Story with daddy, baby cries when nothing’s wrong, etc.
Daddy needs a beer. All work and no play, make daddy something something.
It’s frustrating when you try to do everything you can and nothing seems to be enough. I just want to make him happy and content, but there are times when I’m not able to do that and I feel helpless.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that there is patience and then there is “parental patience.” I have only mastered the first kind.
To all the fathers who’ve had the patience not to drop kick their child like a football, I salute you.
Happy Father’s Day.