Today I noticed…how slowly time passes in a waiting room. This morning I waited at the vets for an hour with J and H. The minutes seemed to drag. And, while Hastings was a great boy waiting for his appointment to finish, my book was left unread since I was trapped in a very small space with a four year old and a twelve year old. And, then, because I am a glutton for punishment I spent an hour and a half in the dentist’s waiting room this afternoon. Unfortunately he has no toys. Explain please why you would be a medical professional who occasionally handles children (and has five of your own!) And has no toys at all for children to play with.
Minutes seem to drag when there is nothing to do. Torturous seconds. And, the book I was reading was about a husband on a business trip who has an affair and a wife that is completely a success, despite having children unexpectedly early. I had trouble being drawn in by the book. The storyline hit a little close to home for someone whose husband is currently away on business and who did not make a career success of herself despite having children unexpectedly early.
The rooms lacked any personality. I prefer a room that shows me who it is that I am waiting for. Once, I waited in a vet’s office that was filled with pithy sayings about dogs. I’m sure they were gifts given to the woman from well-meaning friends and family, but it was interesting