Yesterday I waited all morning for the guy to come and fix my vacuum. Mr. G and Mr. B sword sparred and watched a movie while waiting for me and Mr. T to get done with our karate class last night. Today I'm waiting for the mulch delivery. I can't run errands until it arrives because I need to tell the driver where to dump it. I can't spread the mulch until the darn snow melts, so I'll wait all day for that to happen. I can't spread the mulch until I finish dividing a few plants. Those science teachers were right, nature is a cycle.
Lady Violet is waiting for me to relent and open our bedroom door so she can return to her coveted hiding spot beneath our bed. I'm waiting for her to give in and start taking her laxative so she stops having poop "issues." (fat chance, sister.)
I'm waiting for Mr. D to return my phone call because Team Testosterone is waiting to see if they can go to Fang's Reading Club Family Night. And I'm waiting to schedule coach pitch practices because the league director isn't home until after 5:00.
Mr. D's waiting to see if his team plays ball tonight. If they don't, they'll play tomorrow. Which means I'll have to wait until later in the weekend for his help hauling and spreading the mulch.
The children cannot wait for their grandma to visit next weekend. She can't wait to attend parts of the Fox Cities Book Festival and listen to some of her favorite writers. I'm waiting to clean the upstairs bathroom until just before she arrives.
Mr. D and I are also waiting for this:
Spill it, reader. What are you waiting for?