After wrestling with my son for over an hour tonight, my son asked me when I put him to bed, “Mommy, will you beat me up again tomorrow?”
Big storm rolling through today, but living in the desert… my children haven’t seen storms very often. My son told me, “Mommy, I hear lightning!” I tried to correct him that you SEE lightning and HEAR thunder. He looked so confused. I don’t think he understands the difference because we hardly have either one here very often.
OMG! I knocked my cat out! Totally punch drunk! I was carrying in the groceries when she bolted for the door. I stuck my foot out to block her, but ended up kicking her in the face so hard I knocked off her collar! She tried to turn around and run, but only made it two steps before she started stumbling. She crumpled to the ground and started swaying her head in circles. She shook her head around a couple of times and finally “came to”. I felt horrible, but at the same time I couldn’t stop laughing. She’s fine, but very mellowed out right now. Sigh… poor thing.
I remember being in middle school (Brawley Middle School), right about fifth grade when the school district announced that they were going to save money by cutting all the beef in half with this new amazing thing called soy. This would make the meet go twice as far, saving the school district lots of money. It was in about sixth grade that I became very sick all the time, usually after lunch. My mother at first thought I was either faking or being a hypochondriac because of the frequency of the stomach aches. Doctors thought I either had an ulcer at age 12 or possibly I was lactose intolerant.
It wouldn’t be for another 10 years that the real culprit would be discovered. I was watching a movie with my sister-in-law, making some snacks when she asked me if I’d ever had Edamame. I said no and after tasting it, I proceeded to eat the whole bag. About thirty minutes later, I realized the problem and true source of my mysterious sicknesses. I found out from a food allergy hot-line number why I was getting progressively sicker over the years. Digestive allergies become worse every time there is a hormonal change, hence the second reason I didn’t become sick until age 12. Two pregnancy hormonal changes later and a recent move by the food industry to remove trans fats by replacing many ingredients with soy, I now find myself having to read every label for hidden booby traps.
Many people find soy to be a miracle food and protein supplement, to me it has become ticking time bombs. A genetic little freak of nature preventing me from ever taking a diet food (check out the labels of Slim Fast or Nutri System or any other diet product), running in fear of vegan restaurants or any fast food joint, for that matter. Soy is found in 60 percent of all food and often hides under other names, too many too keep track of. So there it leaves me… basically having food poisoning like symptoms about once every month or two.
Mom-isms #4 August 25, 2010
After having his blood drawn at the lab yesterday, my son held it together all the way back to the lobby where he finally turned and looked at me… gulping back the tears that were welling up in his eyes. When the nurse had left his eye sight and ear shot, he told me “Mommy, I didn’t like it when she did that! I don’t want her to do that again!”. Trying not to smile at the precious little face that was working so hard not to cry in front of everyone, I asked him if he would like a hug. He nodded and nearly jumped into my lap, burrowing his face into my chest until he could regain his composure. Kaitlyn had a moment of poorly timed curiosity and asked me, “If they took his blood out, aren’t they supposed to put some back in?” (Maybe I shouldn’t let her watch medical stuff on TV anymore???) Brandyn looked at me with a panicked expression and asked, “I’M MISSING BLOOD?” I have a feeling the next trip to the lab will not be as smooth.
Things I am pretty sure have only happened to me #2 August 5, 2010
While doing the dishes tonight, the faucet/ nozzle set to spray suddenly retracted leaving it facing upside down… soaking my freshly applied make up and just straightened hair. I moved my face out of the way trying to turn off the water, only to leave water dripping from the ceiling, light fixture and wall.
My son had a horrible stomach flu. The projectile vomit ended up INSIDE the electrical outlet. Pretty sure I am the only person to ever scrub vomit out of an outlet.