yes that is my vice. and i wish it weren't so. manifests during traffic, when dad comes home late after i've spent all this time cooking, slow internet service, long lines, and wasted time.
of course my dad pulls into the driveway as my mom steps into the shower. and so my impatience is agitated even more as we now have to wait for my mom to finishing washing so we can eat the dinner i spent all this time cooking.
and of course as my dad walks into the house he says, "esther, where are you? " when in fact my name is hannah.
*by the way i do love my parents. ok time to eat!
