I think sometimes I forget that Italian is my third language and that I've only been learning it for 4 and half years. I think, sometimes I expect a little bit too much of my Italian language abilities for only 4 and half years of pretty half-assed education (4 hours a week is certainly not enough time in which to acquire a language).
So while I berate myself for not knowing simple words like "rather" or "instead of" or "overall" off the top of my head or knowing how to conjugate verbs in the present or past tense without thinking or which words are masculine or feminine (I'm pretty sure it makes even less sense in Italian than it does in French), I think I forget that this is language number 3 for me, that in 22 years of life I've attempted to acquire three different languages (despite their apparent similarities) and that Italian is still about 3 years behind the rest of the pack.
So while I get frustrated that it doesn't slip off the tongue the way French did, or that my friend in Italian seems to do so much better than me sometimes, I still have years to go (and some time spent in-country) before I can really expect my Italian to be at the same level as my French.
That still doesn't stop the frustrations now that I'm just not there yet.
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