Talking to friends and family, we often notice just how far we have come over the last seven months. We'll suddenly realise that one of the children doesn't worry about things quite so much. Another feels safe enough to talk a bit. Or a tricky bit of behaviour has just melted away. I wish I had had time to keep a diary, so that we could compare things more easily and see our progress as a family.
It's constantly astonishing though, just how easy it can be to take an enormous leap backwards. We have been the house of chicken pox for the last three weeks or so, and Jim and I have realised that it has hit the kids for six. We've spent seven months telling them that our job is to keep them safe, and yet we didn't stop them from getting sick. We are back to dealing with things that we conquered four months ago, and this has been extremely wearing. We got through it before, and I'm sure that it won't take us another four months to get past it now, but it sure is tiring in the meantime.
I'm generally not one to be too bothered about what other people think, but I'm feeling very thin-skinned about parenting at the moment (probably as a result of being run-down). Our children need to be understood and nurtured, not punished for their behaviour. Whilst no-one has said anything to me, I still judge myself for not preventing my children from doing small acts of anti-social behaviour when we are out and about. They are expressing how they see the world at the moment and it's not a pretty place. I need to find a way to regain my inner mettle and focus on having fun. Don't worry, I'll get there!!
This is all a long way of saying that I may have been a bit optimistic about how quickly I will be releasing my new patterns. I can't wait to get them all ready for publishing, but actually at the moment, I need to sit in my batcave and knit. On which note, I'm off to do a few more rounds on Freccia and maybe turn the hem of my Pippin. See you soon!