the waiting game

It's 8:30pm and I'm waiting.

Waiting for quiet to descend on the weeWeir's bedroom. Waiting for her desire for playing and procrastination to subside (well over and hour past bedtime) Waiting for my desire to play the bad Dad to subside.

Waiting for sleep to come so I can batter through my task list for the evening. Waiting isn't a bad thing. Waiting is a marvellous thing (when it's done graciously).

Waiting to learn how to wait isn't ideal.

Waiting for the daylight to break - be it on a new day or over the darkness of a difficult place - can be tortuous.

But for right now, I can try and finish a book and catch up on some blips.

Marvellous.