It's the start of a new week today, a fresh breath, a world of possibilities. I hope it brings some news--about the Le Cordon Bleu job, about the other admissions position that I applied for, about babies about to be born, about plane tickets--but mostly I hope I am more patient. The boys have been driving me crazy this week. Finn is defiant and chatty and destructive and needs to be in timeout as much for his misbehaving as for my calm and Henry is in the difficult margin between communication and frustration. Because of all the other things happening to and around us and because I am not naturally a patient person, I am snappy and mean to both of them when they push the buttons they are so good at finding, which then makes me feel bad about myself for being a horrible parent and perpetuates the process of my short fused explosions.
My lack of patience this past week could also have something to do with the craft bazaar I did yesterday and prepared for all week leading up to yesterday, hand sewing ornaments and stockings and swearing violently at the constantly breaking needles on the serger and generally taking up most of the patience I have allotted for any given week. So the boys were really destined for failure.
So I've obviously been sewing a ton. I haven't uploaded the photos yet but for a first effort, it all went pretty well. But this time, the sewing hasn't been particularly therapeutic so I might have to give up sewing with deadlines for a while, for my family's sake.