I suffer from Road Rage...if I am driving for ten hours I am fine...just give me some tunes and Diet Coke and it will be a splendid day. But if I have to sit clogged behind hundreds of crawling cars, all slowing down to look at the crash on the right...oh watch out baby!! You have not seen wrath until you've seen me in traffic.

I hate the amount of time it takes for the computer to startup. I push the green button and sit and sit and begin to fossilize and then sit more. Take 1000 years multiply it by 1000000000 and that is how long it takes for my computer to start up.

My OB's office is so slow. I don't mind the waiting room - there are magazines and people to watch and usually a few toys for the kiddos to play with. But then they take me back to the examining room and there we sit. The kids get into things that the sign on the wall commands they shouldn't. There are no magazines. No people to stare at. No toys. Just me, two boys whose voices reverberate off the walls of that cracker box of a room and everyone in a ten mile radius hears Tyler announce, "I have no underwares Momma! I have naked bum!"

My stove is slow. I love glass tops but I swear it takes FOR_EV_ER to boil water. Tyler is begging for Ramen and we are still waiting for the water to boil...he starts kindergarten...goes on his first date...mission has come and gone and the water, well it's starting to get warm. I could cook it with my anger faster.

So are you getting my point. Patience is a virtue...one that I am still working on. So you can imagine my strees and impatience after three years...three