I can wait. I'm really good at waiting. For example, each year that my husband and I exchange Christmas gifts, we manage to wait until around December 15th (give or take) to exchange gifts. And every morning, I wait until the last possible second to roll out of bed when I have to be up. And I've waited to get in a decent, consistent workout routine for years . Bad examples? Fine. I can't wait. I'm notoriously bad at being patient and letting moments 'be' without thinking about what's coming next or what I should be doing. Sit and watch tv? Sure, while I sew or copy recipes or plan a grocery list. Enjoy breakfast? Sure, after emptying the dishwasher, scrubbing the highchair and wiping down the counters. A nice road trip? Sure, I'll pack my books, magazines, 7000 piece puzzle (ok, maybe not). But, you get the point. Anyway, waiting is not something I'm good at, and this Advent season, I've finally gotten the message that h
Stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days.