It used to take three months to get word from England that your mother was dying and that you should return home immediately! Or, did you ever wonder about those seamen and explorers who left their wives and families (without provisions of food or money) for years at a time and then they would come back home and have more babies before they departed again? (I wonder if their wives really waited?)
So, you talk about waiting a few seconds, a few minutes, a few hours, or even a few days… It drives you crazy, doesn’t it? Me, too. I hate waiting.

But, on an aside, what DNS are you propagating?