I have faced the obvious… I have become completely obsessed with needle felting. I pick up my needle and wool at every possible opportunity. I look forward to the little windows in the day when I can ‘get back to’ my creations. I get a lovely big needle felting hour when T has his afternoon nap and K her ‘quiet time’. I can get a lot done in an uninterrupted hour! But most of my work is done after the kids have gone to bed. I am planning what I am going to make, what colour I am going to use, how big she is going to be, etc, even as I am bathing the kids. As soon as their lights are out at 7 pm, my felting stuff is on the table and I am at work. A Good Man is fascinated. He thinks he has never seen me quite so obsessed before, but then I remind him of the ‘breast feeding’ obsession and the ‘sleeping’ obsession and he shakes his head, remembering. He has become quite used to the wonderful sound of the needle punching through the wool as the backdrop to most of our conversations. I think he even enjoys the knowledge that he will find me in the lounge at 7 pm, all ears (no eyes, alas… OUCH that needle hurts!) eager for some company and conversation as I poke, happily, away. I am no longer glued to the TV (usually whatever reality show was on!) asking him to ‘shush’ as what so-and-so was saying was really important. So, needle felting has benefited our relationship.