The Waiting Place

Well.
It's begun.
The dreaded test.
Jefe, or as he calls himself--"El Jefe", has left to go take the bar exam.
I feel major stress, and worry and all those other emotions too.
He told me last night that it would be worse for him if he were depending on me to pass a test to provide for the family...
That made my apprehension worse.
He will do fine, but it is that dreaded "waiting place."
I hate the waiting place.
You know the place...
It's the one that Dr Seuss talks about in his book "Oh the Places You'll Go"...
it says this:


"...Headed, I fear, toward a most useless place.
The waiting place...
...For people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come, or a plane to go
or the mail to come, or the rain to go
or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow
or waiting around for a YES or NO...
Everyone is just waiting."


I fear we have entered the dreaded waiting place...
we are the ones waiting for our YES or NO.

Jefe will be fine, and he will do fine.

It's just this dreaded, awful waiting place...
It really sucks!