patience is a virtue???

Really?  I'm in trouble.  By this definition, I am truly not a virtuous person.  I am the one who:

eats the cookie dough because baking the cookies takes too long;

learned how to wrap presents as a child by sneaking under the Christmas tree and unwrapping my gifts early each year.

consistently runs yellow (ok, orange) lights because waiting at the intersection might add two minutes to my day

changes lines multiple times in the grocery store, then watches to see if I actually picked the quicker line (usually I don't)

in a traffic jam, changes lanes multiple times in a futile attempt to find the quicker lane, (do you see a pattern here?)

bites my nails, because waiting for them to grow takes too long

nearly held a hospital hostage when pregnant with Josh because they had cancelled all inductions for the day, ("We'll try to fit you in tomorrow," they said.  As in I have to wait 24 hours?  Do you see this pregnant belly with a nearly ten pound child?  I don't think so!)

So after 41 and a half years of being impatient, the universe decided to have a good laugh at my expense today.  An hour ago, Ryan's mission call came in the mail, and since he is three hours south at college, I have to wait until Friday night to find out where he will be spending the next two years of his life!!  Is this fair?  After totally looking the large envelope over I think the church has made a mom proof envelope.  Can't see through the thing or maneuver anything through the plastic window in the center.  Rude!!  The kids are obviously worried about me  opening it, because they keep trying to get it and hide it somewhere.  Maybe they are running some secret agent mission for Ryan, who knows!  All I know is it's staring at me from  across the room and just daring me to open it.  Please pray for it's safety and protection until Ryan comes home in exactly fifty hours!  Not that I'm counting or anything.