I get knocked down but I get up again...

Ok I've decided this is my new (just slightly cheesy!) SIF song! Do you remember it from the mid-nineties(ish), Tubhumping lyrics by Chumbawamba? It's a real drinking/party song. The chorus goes:

I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down
I get knocked down but I get up again
You're never going to keep me down

So I'm feeling a little better today, but still feeling the load of my SI woes. I've been reminded of how SIF affects the mind, body and soul so I've got to keep myself strong in a holistic sense so that I can get back up again each time I'm knocked down by another SIF set-back.

It has been a tough week because of my SIF stuff but also parenting-wise. As some who have followed by blog for a while will remember, my daughter went through some behavioural/social difficulties a few months ago. Things turned around - she's been great the last two or three months - until this week. She's back to her ways of lashing out at children a lot younger than herself - and sometimes her own peers. I know it's partly an age-thing: she's almost three and a quarter years old. And I know I've been through this before but I do wonder if her undesirable social behaviour coincides with my SIF slumps. I'm sure I haven't had a bad slump like this one this week for a few months - not since about the time we started having to nail my daughter's bad behaviour on the head. She is certainly Miss Three at the moment and I have been quite challenged this week by her lack of listening, uncooperative behaviour and the afore-mentioned social stuff. Sometimes I wish I felt during these challenging times of parenthood that perhaps one child was enough but no, silly me, I still pine, despite the fact my hair must be visibly turning grey some days parenting my preschooler!!

Today in town my daughter picked up a Dora The Explorer book called something like I'm The Big Sister. She did it on her own accord and opened it to the page that read: "Mummy's pregnant again. I'm going to have a baby sister" (words to that affect). I told her to put the book back as we were going to buy some colouring books. Does the God of my understanding have a sense of humour, or what?! Then at the check-out counter - there was the book again!! Either God felt like having a real laugh at me or perhaps, just perhaps, it was a wee sign from the universe to not give up hope. And no, I didn't buy it!