Patience is one of those virtues that many people aren’t born with.
I wasn’t born with it. No, siree, Bob.
I’ve been known to lose my shit in all manner of places due to a distinct lack of willingness to endure. I used to be incensed by tardiness. A friend running late was enough to make me lose my cool, but now I almost expect people to be a little late, and people cancel last minute all the time when they have kids.
Thankfully, there are many opportunities in life that force allow you to train yourself to have a greater level of patience.
1. Parenting
If you don’t learn to overcome your impatience and quick temper, your head will implode and you are in danger of becoming an alcoholic. Children will make you late, make you tired and make your house messy. Watching a baby learn to feed themselves requires the utmost patience as you watch food going up their nose, all over the floor and in their hair.
You can almost guarantee they won’t do that at 15, so be patient.
2. The Post Office at Christmas
The post office brings out the S.L.O.W. in people. Everyone fumbles for their change, takes inordinate amounts of time to write things and chat to the cashiers about the weather. I hate the festive post office so much I always swear I’m going to send my cards in July… I never do, of course.
I tend to send none at all and say they got lost in the mail. Win.
3. The female toilet queue at a music festival
There is nothing more disheartening than waiting until the last second to leave your favorite band to hit the Port-a-loo, and finding yourself at the end of a line of ladies jiggling from foot to foot. It’s amazing how you can hold it until just as you’re about to assume the ski-hover, 5 cms from the fetid toilet seat, and then you almost pee yourself as you undo your top button.
4. Listening to your Grandfather’s stories…..again.
I don’t know about your Grandfather, and after a recent little health hiccup, I’m pleased ol’ Fred is still around to be infuriating, but he tells the same stories over and over. I try not to cut him off or fill in the blanks but it’s not easy.
I was so thrilled recently when my child flat out refused I pull his finger.
He is smarter than I was at that age.
5. Growing Your Own Vegetables
From little things, big veges grow, but it doesn’t happen over night. Some things are sweeter and more delectable eaten as babies (think peas, beets and carrots, and lambs) but others need to time to ripen and mature into something that can grace your plate. Daily tending, with water and kind words can be a chore at times, but with perseverance and patience you too can eat a caterpillar nibbled, oddly genital shaped, organic vegetable.
6. Rendering video
Anyone in the business of movie making will know what I mean. Watching that little blue bar slowly creeping across the screen is maddening if you’re in a rush. A deep breath and a cup of tea may not speed it up, but it will relax you. Or have a whiskey. Or a wank.
7. Waiting for your husband to do the thing he said he’d do later
If I ask him again, it’ll be nagging. Only ask every 6 months so you cannot be accused.
After a year, pay someone else to do it.
8. The person in front at the checkout requiring a price check
This only ever happens when you’re in a rush or your kid is having a Force 10 meltdown. Annoyance is only momentarily alleviated if the product requiring said price check is of a personal nature, like KY or profillactucs prophylactics frangers.
9. City traffic
Suckballs. ‘Nuff said.
10. Brining your own olives
I’ve never done it before, and it’s certainly not hard. After gently slicing them all, I popped them in water which we lovingly change every day for 4 weeks. After the four weeks is up, I’ll put them in brine which we change every couple of days. After about 6 weeks in total, they’ll be ready to marinate in some olive oil with lemon and chili and garlic, if we so desire. Not hard, but requires great patience, Grasshopper.
Stay tuned for Olive Brining, Part 2.
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Thank for tip #7. I cannot be faulted for nagging, I hate to be *that* wife so I only do gentle reminders. “If you get bored today, can you please hang out the washing?” It works. Looking forward to brining part 2. My parents have an olive tree that they haven’t harvested yet. They have made olive tea though. Less patience required.
That’s actually not bad except Mister H doesn’t get bored. He does good relax.
Oh, so does the Koala. I only word it like that so it sounds like he could take it or leave it. It’s not an option, but it sounds like one 😀
Smart!
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On 26/03/2013, at 8:19 AM, Keeping Up With The Holsbys
I’ve just returned from a music festival. Were you watching me in the loo queue? I’ll never learn!
Oh my god, really? Which one? I haven’t been forever it feels. I love a fest.
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On 26/03/2013, at 9:20 AM, Keeping Up With The Holsbys
A country music festival in the Hunter Valley Mrs Holsby. I suspect it wouldn’t be your cup of tea! 😉
How can you say that? Dud you wear a ten gallon hat? 😉
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On 26/03/2013, at 12:59 PM, Keeping Up With The Holsbys
I read this because I absolutely lost it yesterday. I had a laugh, at your suggestions, which was quite a relief. I think my plan of action for tonight is to have an early night.
I’ve been trying that. Last two nights in bed at 9.30. I’m slightly less cranky!
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On 26/03/2013, at 9:23 AM, Keeping Up With The Holsbys
I might have just wondered how “bringing your own olives” helped with patience. reading FTW! I could do each of those things on a daily basis and still not have any patience! i’d have very high blood pressure, though!
oooooh Olive brining!!! how COOL!!! I want to do that… When my olive trees finally produce olives (about 7 years from now they say!)…… I love this list.. my husband’s grandfather is exactly the same!!! 🙂
Now, waiting for the olives to grow?
That’s patience!!
Todays lesson in calm: Not loosing my shit when Mr almost 3 complained he couldn’t pick up his toast because it was too rectangle. This came shortly after complaining that he couldn’t see the butter anymore, it melted, and next he cried because I ate his toast, which is technically correct but I ate it after he insisted we swap. All before the sun was up and the coffee made.
You are obviously at Master status. I would have struggled!!
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On 26/03/2013, at 1:07 PM, Keeping Up With The Holsbys
my boys are teaching me patience – the hard way. My parents make their own olives – it is such a slow process -still drives me crazy to wait- watching those jars of delicious olives just sitting there. where does the term Grasshopper come from? I think it is lovely xx
It is from bad kung fu movies!!
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On 26/03/2013, at 1:14 PM, Keeping Up With The Holsbys
Oh the post office at Christmas… or the post office pretty much ANY time where I am… the worst! I know I wouldn’t have the patience for brining!
I always go to the men’s loos at music festival, I know I know, feral right? But I never touch the seat, or anything else for that matter and always wear shoes!
I may have been known to frequents the men’s.
A word of advice- don’t do it in gay bars.
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On 26/03/2013, at 2:49 PM, Keeping Up With The Holsbys
We cured our own olives last year, I feel your pain! But it is worth the wait, they turned out soooo well, and of course the added extra good taste because you did it all yourself!! Some things just get better with time!! x Karen
I’m someone who doesn’t have much in the way of patience either. When K was little I seemed to find some for a while, now that she is nearly 21, it’s gone again !!!
Good luck with your olives – that definitely calls for patience !
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Oh geez, are we long lost twins? I have zero patience. ZILCH. Especially when kids are dicking around in the morning. The olives look DELISH. They’d be in my belly already.
I guarantee you would wait after you tasted the first one. Raw, untamed olives taste as bitter as a bare arse in winter.
And people in car parks. Why is it when you’re in a rush, no one can park quickly, make a decision, or understands what a red light is?
F&$king carparks….
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On 26/03/2013, at 9:44 PM, Keeping Up With The Holsbys
Even though I know it’s pointless I too get insanely enraged with slow people in cues. The people who ask unessecarily detailed questions about stupid things that most people know, and who seem to forget the fundamental point of buying soething requires them to have a reasonably good idea of where their wallet is!
Very keen to see your finished brined olives too – don’t know if I’ve got the patience to try it myself but I’ve always wondered how it’s done!
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