I'm very patient.
But sometimes when five preschool girls all decide to play "babies" and they all want to be the baby....
I want to rip my hair out from the roots.
All that crawling and ba-bahing and wa-wah-whining makes me want to morph into Miss Hanigan the likes of which even little orphan Annie hasn't seen.
So I turn on CBC radio and hope that I can hear just a little bit of an interesting interview.
Or even just the distant sounds of an adult voice.
Or the chiming of any faraway clock signalling the hope of the passage of time.
While I chew my cuticles to smithereens and try not to burst into a tantrum that would leave any wanna be baby in awe.