Give me strength, or: Patience

A haibun

How does one manage to make herself almost-late to school practically every single morning? There are several different steps that one can take towards this goal.

First, and perhaps most obviously, don’t get out of bed on time unless it’s Shabbat or other holiday, which is not a school day. Of course, sometimes you might get out of bed on time simply because it gets boring to return to the same strategies over and over again.

Second, after you pee, walk out into the hallway and start gabbing loudly about completely random things, thereby forcing your parents to drop what they’re doing and usher you back into the bathroom to flush the toilet and wash your hands. Then, continue babbling cheerfully to your reflection in the mirror while holding your dry toothbrush.

Third, get dressed very slowly. For example, take off your pants and sit pantless, looking at your cute little knees, long enough for your parents to point out that you’re wasting time and are running late (once again). Then, on cue, start winding yourself up and insist that they’re hurting your feelings by informing you of the hour. Getting upset, you see, always justifies wasting more time and sitting (or walking around) pantless for even longer.

Fourth, now that you’ve ruined everyone’s mood, including your own, insist that your parents are interrupting you and that you have something very important to say. Cry enough to make it seem that the only reason you’re not articulating your very important thoughts is that you’re simply much too put out to speak.

Once you have mastered these steps, please be in touch with me for further time-wasting and mood-ruining morning strategies.

puppy pulls lips back;
nips hand; stiffens in March chill;
growls; struggles; calms down

sunshine-breeze beckons;
puppy hides from leash indoors;
buses rattle by

Go Dog Go Cafeโ€™s Haibun Wednesday

  • This weekโ€™s prompt is to write a haibun about Something Ridiculous.
  • From
    • In How to Haiku, Bruce Ross writes, “If a haiku is an insight into a moment of experience, a haibun is the story or narrative of how one came to have that experience.”

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Ben Harper (b. 1969)

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79 thoughts on “Give me strength, or: Patience”

  1. This was ridiculously fun David and relatable. .
    Late is my middle name and my parents, who passed it on but somehow i broke the dilly dallying with my kids which of course I remember well. i don’t know how I did truly with 4 six and under and my husband leaving work at 4 a.m. everyday and getting them to school on time. Amnesia works well for these times and now i have to pee and should get up but Ollie is snuggled under my arm and well, it’s Fri-yay Funday and I don’t have to. hahaha … ๐Ÿ’–๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ’–

        1. Yes! I mean – seriously! And they know that they’re going to be late! Why not just be responsible? She knows when the school day starts, she knows when she has to wake up, she knows when we have to leave the apartment, etc., etc… Give me a break already! ๐Ÿ˜‰

  2. Hehe! I didn’t have this problem with sons… but coworkers with daughters had it and more. One of the “issues” they dealt with was the sock seam tragedy. In that scenario the seam of the sock was “not right” therefore the shoes could not be worn until the socks seam was fixed. This usually involved multiple pairs of socks and at least 2 pairs of shoes. My mother taught 1st grade and had no qualms about telling us she would send us to school in our pajamas/barefoot/cereal in a baggie/hair ribbons in our pockets etc. It only happened once and never again!!

  3. I envisioned this as a Dr. Seuss storybook as I read it. Loved every moment of it (especially the gabbling in front of the bathroom mirror with a dry toothbrush)! ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Absolutely amazing post, David! You just described me in high school. I missed the school bus on so many mornings! My poor mother drove me about 10 miles to school. I guess your daughter is precocious, having perfected her technique so early! ๐Ÿ™‚ This too shall pass!

  5. Haha! Brings back so many (frustrating) memories. Are all kids using the same tactics and strategies? I think the air and water may be contaminated. Made me smile and thank my stars that I’m out of this phase. Good luck, David. ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Thanks, Lauren ๐Ÿ˜˜

      I’m familiar with the sijo, but it’s nice to find a new Wednesday poetry prompt! Maybe I will add this to my list.


      1. Ronda was 11, Mary 8, Tabitha 6, Amy 3, and Billy was almost a year old when we got married in 1985. My oldest grand-daughter, Alexandria is due in October… I’m going to be a great grandmother… not sure I’m ready for that. LOL! โค

          1. In April weโ€™ll have been married 37 years. My husband is a 100% disabled veteran. He served 24 years in the Air Force. I only served 4 years, but as a military family, we understand war. Two of our daughters also served. โค

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