How are you doing with your Bible?? I’m working on it. Done
in 90 days? No. But I’m not giving up – and that’s the point. I’ve started this
before and never made it. I get through about a chapter a day and that’s good
for me. Fifteen to twenty minutes of good for your soul time each day. I’m
still recommending it to everyone! Get on it! You’ll thank me! Or at least
think about it.
My blogging hasn’t improved but work has been busy. And
school. And my kids have been funneling illnesses and injuries through this
house faster than I can keep up (I am begging the pediatrician to start a punch
card program so every 11th visit is free).
The baby, who is no longer a baby, got her head stuck
between the wall and a chair this weekend – and in the process of freeing
herself since she couldn’t wait the .2 seconds it took me to get to her, she
tore that little piece of skin between your gum and inside of your lip. I’m
pretty sure she lost half the blood in her body and the Bounty paper towel
company should add me to their Christmas list (in case my spill prone household
somehow wasn’t on it already). Being the calm, cool, collected veteran momma I
am – I handled it. No ER trip. I kicked it around, but we’re good (yes I
checked her teeth too).
And that night, her brother (her peanut and tree nut
allergic brother, I might add) ate some homemade ice cream. HOMEMADE people, as
in, his mother meticulously read every label for every ingredient and let him
make ice cream because “I never get to have fun ice cream – it always has
peanuts.” Sadly, someone mislabeled something – or we have a new allergy.
Welcome anaphylaxis (google that if you want to know the Hell we live in) and a
trip to the ER. And not to mention, the sobbing little boy scared that the ice cream will kill him or that "they're going to cut me open to get the peanuts out!". He was a sobbing petrified mess, which broke his momma's heart and made for TWO sobbing messes.
He’s fine. He’s on some meds for a few days (steroids). I’ve
called and screamed at every company who SWEARS their food is safe. And I’ve
made an allergist appointment to check him for something new. And for the next
month, he’s back to an existence of no “fun ice cream” because we can’t be sure
what the issue was.
I know that everyone wants their kids to be happy. To have
what they want. And to enjoy life (and the yummy things!) but what I wish
people understood is that some kids can’t. Lots of kids. And in some cases,
like my son, food can be deadly. If you don’t get the big deal about peanut
butter in schools and why it needs to be removed, stop and think for a minute.
My son can’t have fun ice cream. He can’t eat many candies. Cookies, cakes,
cupcakes, pies….all of that is out. Granola bars aren’t safe. Many cereals aren’t
safe. I could go on.
Companies need to be more aware. I know they want to turn a
buck and I know that these labeling are more of a legal hassle to most of them
than anything. But its people’s lives. Kid’s lives. Food allergies are real
things that real people deal with.
I’m madder than Hell at something. Either a company or an
allergy. I’m frustrated that I currently cannot focus my anger at either
possibility. I’m sad that the smartest, funniest, smiliest, most polite,
energetic, greatest Lego builders I’ve ever known can’t have “fun ice cream”
and faces the potential of death on a daily basis. It’s a lot for a kid. And
his mom.
Keep your peanut butter at home. My kid just wants to make
friends, have fun, and not die. He’s not asking for much.
