Okay I realize the title of this post is rather juvenile but I don’t care. I am about this fed up with waiting. I am sick to death of it. I keep waiting to get to the point where I don’t have to wait anymore and then only come to realize even though I have been progressing along, that in fact, I have STILL more waiting to do. I did the math only to realize that I am looking at a WAIT of about 20 more days till I can see Karina again. 20 DAYS FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE!!!!!! I already feel like I have not seen her in nearly a month and it has only been 2 weeks and 3 days. When will this infernal waiting end? Is this to be my WHOLE FREAKING LIFE?
I actually really have the desire to have a full blown temper tantrum. I have in my past adult life experienced things that made me feel like having a temper tantrum and I got joy about imagining throwing myself on the floor and kicking and screaming but never have I actually wanted to really do it. Not that anyone would care. Although I am sure they would look at me funny for a few minutes. I just can’t believe after all of this – everything that I have gone through I am once again sitting at home on the couch …..WAITING. Uhhhh, nothing has changed…..I have to keep looking at the pictures and the video tape because there is a part of my brain that keeps saying I dreamt it all and it all was a dream. Kazakhstan and Karina was all a lovely dream.
I have tried to occupy myself with activities like deKarinaizing the house – not easy to do – the whole place looks to me like one ER trip after another – don’t talk to me about the Kitchen which I have renamed “The Killing Room” – the place is full to the brim with ways to maime, mutliate and kill yourself. I have opted for a strong and unlatchable gate because otherwise it would take me a week to safeguard the room. Even so I know that in a sense it is all busy work (important work but busy work nonetheless) designed to try and burn up a few more pointless days of waiting.
So I don’t know who the patron saint of waiting is but let me tell you I have had all the waiting one person in one life can take. I am done waiting forever. I may become one of those people that cuts ahead of others in front of line just so I don’t ever have to wait again – I will risk a fist fight just to never have to stand around with my hands in my pockets going “Is it time yet?”
You all have been wonderful readers but please don’t feel you have to respond with a comment about how the wait will be over soon – frankly it can’t happen soon enough for me….I have a Ph.D. in waiting from the University of Life and I am working on my second one at this point. The only cure for my problem is a short person on the other side of the world.
Your kitchen comment is funny and scary at the same time. It is scary to think of all of the hazards that kids can get into and you can only protect them so much. Let the parental worrying begin. Go take that temper tantrum somehow, like a baseball bat to a tree (an old dying one preferrably). It will make you feel better and get some of that frustration out of your system until you can be with your Karina again. She is such a cutie.