In the last week, we’ve gone from “Oh, Ren is perfectly healthy” to “Yeah, we now have two Action Plans for emergency health issues and epipens at daycare.” I’m going to be honest: it scares me. A lot.
Can weaning make you lose all your patience, as well as your milk? Or have I turned into A Mom Who Yells? Shit.
I kind of what to hang an inspirational poster in my bathroom to pump me up in the mornings. How about one that says “Make Shit Happen”? I know. I’m hilarious, and you want me to open an Etsy shop.
H is making me help him do a “house purge.” Every night we pick one room and organize the shit out of it. H has already made at least three trips to Goodwill with all the stuff we’re getting rid of. And you should see how many trash bags worth of stuff we have thrown out and/or piled up in our kitchen to throw out. The top floor of our house looks awesome. The rest of the house… does not. I am so tired of the Purge, but H is making me continue. I know the results will be amazing. I just don’t want to do the work.
We are hosting a play date with two other families at our house on Sunday, so hopefully the Purge is a little bit (ok, a lot) farther along by then. We have to host due to child-related health issues vaguely described above. Oh, God. We are looking at years of asking a million questions before our kid can go to anyone’s house and sending an epipen with him everywhere. I know this is extremely far from the worst thing that could happen, but it still scares me.
I am doing so well at making local friends. Go, me! I am in a bunco group that meets once a month, and I am friends with two moms from our daycare. Ok, I was going to go on about this, but it is too lame, even for me, and I wrote about a motivational shit poster.
My time in the mothers’ room is up. Peace out!
I’d be scared, too. Crossing my fingers for little Renny’s health issues.
Go purge. I love purging.
Man, I wish my husband wanted to have a whole-house purge. I think I broke him. When we first got married he was constantly trying to get rid of my stuff (he had very little because he likes having minimal amounts of stuff) and freaking out when I would bring something new into the house. He doesn’t do that anymore.
I hope you figure everything out with Ren’s issues.
Oh dear. I’m sorry to hear of Ren’s need for epi pens.
YIPES. I’m so sorry to hear about the epi-pens.
Eeeeeek! It can be really scary, especially with youngsters. I am hoping more will be explained with the allergist and I want to give you a hug and tell you it gets better (or at least sorta easier) when kids are a little older. Also, I would totally hang that poster in my bathroom.
Good luck with the purge!
I’m sorry to hear about all the allergies and epi pen needs- is there any hope of outgrowing the allergies?
I don’t know yet. We’ll hopefully know more once we meet with the allergist. My guess is that he may grow out of some but not all of them.
R, my kid is allergic to peanuts and tree nuts, so we have the epipens, etc and all the fear and freakouts. Feel free to email me offline at trappedinnorthjersey at gmail if u want to talk.
Thanks, Lisa.
Stress can decrease your breastmilk but if your child is not allergic to it, it is a good fall back till you figure the rest out!
I’m sorry =(! Having to have and knowing how to use epipens is really scary!! I will keep my fingers crossed for you that he will outgrow at least some of it!!
Ugh – the necessity of epipens IS scary. Hoping you and Ren get a much less frightening diagnosis at the allergist.
Good for you for making so many friends!! It’s so difficult to do so as an adult. You must have mad skillz.
I do in fact want you to open an Etsy shop.
The purge sounds so appealing to me as I sit here on my butt in front of the tv with a cat on my lap. So yeah, the work. Bah.
Poor Ren, poor mama. I’d be scared too. But! In addition to sitting here I am hoping that it all turns out ok. xox
I’m sorry to hear about your health related scares/adjustments…I hope some of it can be outgrown, but if not, it will work out. The adjustment will probably be hardest. but I imagine once you get adjusted, it will get easier for everyone.