Tonight, I plea God not to test my patience anymore.
I dreaded staying in the office a minute longer after 9pm.
But when I got home, I immediately regretted my decision because the whole bunch of kids (they’re staying over for the week) practically drove me nuts. Quite close to asking them to get out of the room, but I also knew that I would be unreasonable doing that – spoiling their fun.
But what I couldn’t handle in addition to the noise (screaming galore) level while I concentrated on finishing a lot of work was them fiddling with every thing in the shelves! And yet I couldn’t yell at them for ruining my whole stack of postcards and stickers collection (which was given by a colleague who bought them in Japan).
I could only accept. Why? Because they’re kids. But even then, just hearing them talk about how they intended to rip my things apart was piercing my heart.
Even I’m amazed at my low patience threshold suddenly.