I have come to appreciate the stresses and the frustrations of those impacted by food allergies. Although mild by comparison, Timmy's allergy to apples and cinnamon becomes difficult to navigate during the autumn months. When everything is either apple flavored or cinnamon scented, simply shopping feels like I am walking through a minefield of potential poison.
Even though we have been relatively successful keeping him from his known allergens, the past two
days have proven that the struggle is not over. Still to be determined, his reaction to the unknown allergen has been strong and swift. Yesterday I watched helplessly as my sweet little Hamlet became covered with large, hot hives. From the tip of his toes to the top of his head, no area was left unaffected by the reaction.
I whisked him to the doctor and he was treated for his reaction. Unfortunately we cannot test for new allergies until the antihistamines are out of his system for several days. In the meantime, I need to keep him as food safe as possible.
This is a horrible time for me to be leaving town, but I am committed to traveling to Boston today and cancelling is not a viable option. I am grateful that my Mom is coming down to take care of Timmy. I feel considerably more comfortable knowing that he won't be in an unfamiliar environment with uncontrollable variables. Between my Mom during the day and Scott at night, I know that Timmy will be safe and happy.
I know that Timmy is in competent and loving hands, but that doesn't make it easier to leave. The reaction he experienced today was alarming and terrifying. I really hate food allergies!
About Me
- Peggy
- I am a below knee amputee. More importantly, I am also Mommy to two boys, a very active 10 year old (Robby) and an mischievous toddler (Timmy). I have learned that being a parent with a disability can create some unusual and sometimes humorous situations. This blogger is available for hire! Let's talk and learn how a blog can expand your business.
Thursday, September 08, 2016
Wednesday, September 07, 2016
Back to Boot Camp
After nearly three weeks of feeling icky and fighting a nasty cough, yesterday I finally felt recovered and strong enough to venture back into my Boot Camp routine. I knew that it would be a shock to my system, but I am determined not to quit. I have come to appreciate the increased strength and endurance that I was beginning to develop through boot camp, and I don't want to let my fitness slide again.
I knew that getting back into the flow of working out would be difficult, but I completely underestimated the toddler tantrums that would ensue because of my efforts. Timmy was most unhappy with being ushered into the child care room. Even though we were only separated by a gate and I was always within his line of sight, he through a tantrum of epic proportion. He clutched the gate and screamed for the duration of my 30 minute workout. My fellow boot campers, mostly Moms, didn't seem bothered by his outburst because the instructor simply turned up the volume on the music.
By the time I was done working out Timmy and I were both red faced and sweaty. As soon as I opened the gate he smiled and happily waved to everybody as he was leaving. Just as I suspected, his tantrum was simply for show. Hopefully he will shorten his performance as he becomes accustomed to my going to the gym. Time will tell I guess.
I knew that getting back into the flow of working out would be difficult, but I completely underestimated the toddler tantrums that would ensue because of my efforts. Timmy was most unhappy with being ushered into the child care room. Even though we were only separated by a gate and I was always within his line of sight, he through a tantrum of epic proportion. He clutched the gate and screamed for the duration of my 30 minute workout. My fellow boot campers, mostly Moms, didn't seem bothered by his outburst because the instructor simply turned up the volume on the music.
By the time I was done working out Timmy and I were both red faced and sweaty. As soon as I opened the gate he smiled and happily waved to everybody as he was leaving. Just as I suspected, his tantrum was simply for show. Hopefully he will shorten his performance as he becomes accustomed to my going to the gym. Time will tell I guess.
Tuesday, September 06, 2016
Snowball Redecorating
Our three day weekend was unexpectedly busy and productive. While I hadn't planned on working around the
house, the stars aligned and we worked furiously redoing both Robby's bedroom,
our bedroom and the main family room. We didn't start out with ambitions of
redecorating all three rooms, but a snowball effect occurred as we shuffled
furniture from one room into another. Before I knew it, we were up to our knees
in clutter and chaos on Sunday leaving us with no options but to buckle down
and finish.
Our mini house makeover began with my spotting Robby's coveted
bunk bed frame on a Facebook yard sale site. Knowing that it was exactly what
he wanted, and realizing that we needed to act quickly, I contacted the seller
and made arrangements to pick up the beds. Before anybody had time to think,a
Scott and Robby were headed over to borrow Mr. Bill's truck to pick up the yard
sale acquisition.
While the pair were picking up the new beds, I set out to
dismantle the race car bed. It is now safely stowed in our garage where it will
be rescued and reassembled in a year or two for Timmy. With the race car bed
moved out of the room, I made the executive decision that the couch which has
been in Robby's room needed to be relocated to the living room. It is in much
better shape than the run down piece of furniture that we have been using, and
clearing it out of his bedroom would open up the space even more.
Unfortunately, in order to make it fit into the living room I
needed to dismantle and move our five piece sectional sofa. I should have
waited for Scott to come home, but I was feeling both strong and stubborn
(which is a dangerous combination) and decided that I could do it by myself.
Balancing the pull-out sofa portion on my shoulder as I tried to guide it down
the stairs I realized that I had underestimated the weight of the couch while
overestimating my strength. I began to
regret my moving enthusiasm. Somehow I
managed to guide it down the stairs unscathed.
By the time the boys returned with the bunk bed, I had
single-handedly moved and set up four of the five sofa sections downstairs.
After helping me with the final piece, we moved onto the next project. It took
all of us over an hour to sort through and clean up the obscene amount of toys,
dust, old food, dirt, socks, pens, coins and assorted junk that had accumulated
under the monstrosity of a couch. Timmy was delighted spending the remainder of
the afternoon playing with the large box of toy cars that were rescued during
the clean up.
With the area cleaned, Scott and I moved the couch from Robby's
room into the living room. We
immediately realized that the room needed more seating options than a small
couch, so we decided to move the couch that was in our bedroom playroom into
the living room. Of course now the
living room furniture doesn't match, but we now have ample seating on
comfortable couches while clearing up more room for the kids to play. I am delighted with the look of our newly
restructured family room!
After sorting through the various treasures that were lodged
under the bedroom couches, we were finally ready to assemble the bunk
beds. After five hours, four trips to
Lowes and a house call from Mr. Bill, the beds were finally assembled and ready
for Robby. Of course, because we hadn't
planned on putting up bunk beds on Sunday, we didn't have a full sized mattress
for the lower bunk. I quickly opened up one of the sofa beds in the living room
and relocated the mattress to the bunk bed. It isn't the most comfortable, but
it works for now.
Yesterday we spent the afternoon tidying up from our Sunday
projects. It took several more hours to get everything situated and
comfortable, but now we have three completely functional, uncluttered and newly
reorganized rooms. At some point I will
need to tackle the mess that has accumulated downstairs because of our efforts,
but right now I just don't have the energy.
In the meantime, I am just going to bask in the uncluttered happiness of
our rooms.
Monday, September 05, 2016
Happy Labor Day
Happy Labor Day or, as the holiday is known in our house, Happy Hurry Up and Tie All the Loose Ends That Were Discovered During the First Week of School Day! Because it is too cool to visit the pool, today we are going to finish cleaning around the house and pick up a few necessities for the upcoming school year. So, in other words, we have no big plans to celebrate this year.
We rarely do anything festive on Labor Day. I have disliked the holiday since I was a child because it heralds both the end of summer and the beginning of the school year. I find it hard to celebrate the end of our carefree days by the pool, but I will admit that it is nice to have a quieter house and fewer dishes in the sink while Robby and Scott are at school.
Have a wonderful day, and please stay safe on the roads.
We rarely do anything festive on Labor Day. I have disliked the holiday since I was a child because it heralds both the end of summer and the beginning of the school year. I find it hard to celebrate the end of our carefree days by the pool, but I will admit that it is nice to have a quieter house and fewer dishes in the sink while Robby and Scott are at school.
Have a wonderful day, and please stay safe on the roads.
Friday, September 02, 2016
First Friday!
The first week back to school is traditionally exhausting, and this year is no exception. In addition to contending with his students and the new school year prep, Scott's schedule has been monopolized with meetings before, during and after school. It feels like all of his waking hours have been consumed with work responsibilities. I certainly hope that it settles down because I don't think anybody can survive going at this rate for long!
Robby has transitioned easier back into his schedule, but it hasn't been without some hiccups. Despite our prepping him for the change, he has been struggling to wake up in the mornings. To be honest I don't really expect his waking up to get any easier. He is much like me and is not a morning person! Despite the morning grumpies, we have managed to get out the door each day without being late. (Yesterday he had to wake up to participate in school via Skype. I just love technology!)
Timmy has even had a difficult time adjusting to the change in our household flow. I have no doubt that he misses his Daddy and brother while they are at school. Each morning he sobs after we drop off Robby, and continues to vocalize his displeasure until we arrive home. I'm hoping that the morning hysterics will wane, but I'm not overly optimistic that it will happen anytime soon. He is also like me and extremely stubborn at times.
With our first week in the books, I'm looking forward to the weekend. I'm finally recovered from my bronchitis enough to feel like leaving the house again. On a positive note, the bronchitis slowed me down enough so that the sore on the back of my leg has finally healed. It took my being sick for two weeks, but my prosthesis no longer hurts when I walk. At this point I'll take a benefit where I can find it!
Robby has transitioned easier back into his schedule, but it hasn't been without some hiccups. Despite our prepping him for the change, he has been struggling to wake up in the mornings. To be honest I don't really expect his waking up to get any easier. He is much like me and is not a morning person! Despite the morning grumpies, we have managed to get out the door each day without being late. (Yesterday he had to wake up to participate in school via Skype. I just love technology!)
Timmy has even had a difficult time adjusting to the change in our household flow. I have no doubt that he misses his Daddy and brother while they are at school. Each morning he sobs after we drop off Robby, and continues to vocalize his displeasure until we arrive home. I'm hoping that the morning hysterics will wane, but I'm not overly optimistic that it will happen anytime soon. He is also like me and extremely stubborn at times.
With our first week in the books, I'm looking forward to the weekend. I'm finally recovered from my bronchitis enough to feel like leaving the house again. On a positive note, the bronchitis slowed me down enough so that the sore on the back of my leg has finally healed. It took my being sick for two weeks, but my prosthesis no longer hurts when I walk. At this point I'll take a benefit where I can find it!
Thursday, September 01, 2016
Organizational Fail
This morning I am waking up feeling like a maternal failure. It
is only the fourth day and already Robby is missing school. He is
absent solely due to my negligence and through no fault or illness of
his own. I overlooked having the car emissions completed, and now my car
is with the mechanic until they have time to complete the necessary
diagnostics sometime today. In the meantime I am without a car and
unable to transport him to school.
I have tried to become more organized, and for the most part I think I have been successful. This is the first "oops" in awhile and it wouldn't be an issue if the timing had been more favorable. Occurring in the middle of the first week back to school certainly does not bode well. Of course, Robby has been completely forgiving of my lapse and has promised that he will make the most of being home. Little does he realize that I have printed out a stack of worksheets to help occupy his time away from school.
Thankfully Robby's teachers know me and understand that I am fully devoted to his academic endeavors. His missing school because of my mistake is a rare occurrence and is not a precursor of the months ahead. Still, I feel like a heel for messing up. I guess I need to continue refining my organization method because there is obviously room for improvement.
I have tried to become more organized, and for the most part I think I have been successful. This is the first "oops" in awhile and it wouldn't be an issue if the timing had been more favorable. Occurring in the middle of the first week back to school certainly does not bode well. Of course, Robby has been completely forgiving of my lapse and has promised that he will make the most of being home. Little does he realize that I have printed out a stack of worksheets to help occupy his time away from school.
Thankfully Robby's teachers know me and understand that I am fully devoted to his academic endeavors. His missing school because of my mistake is a rare occurrence and is not a precursor of the months ahead. Still, I feel like a heel for messing up. I guess I need to continue refining my organization method because there is obviously room for improvement.
Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Bath Time Aversion
I adore playing with my children. I habitually suspend my own preferences in lieu of digging up worms, going fishing, examining bugs and even playing with random baby snakes on the driveway. I have spent countless hours playing tag, battling with pirate swords and racing cars through the house. I have frozen myself to the core sledding outside and earned brush burns from unfortunate incidents on the slip and slide in the summer. I invest a lot of time into my kids, which is why it is surprising to many when I admit that I despise bath time.
Most relish watching their little cherubs splish and splash in the tub. I have always hated it. Being relegated to sitting on a toilet while my child splashes water all over, soaking me along with everything else in the vicinity, is not my idea of fun. From the annoying plastic toys that always squirt moldy water regardless of how I try to empty them after each use to the bath crayons that don't easily remove from the walls or my child's toenails, I dread the entire chore.
My strong dislike for doling out baths is another reason that I love summer. Too many nights than I care to admit I figure that the kids get clean enough swimming in the pool and running through the sprinkler in the driveway. In a pinch, I've been known to pull out the water table to encourage the top layer of dirt to wash away from Timmy while playing. These certainly aren't my proudest parenting confessions, but they are my reality.
Last night I had no doubt that my grubby little boy needed a bath. When he was done eating he decided to turn his bowl into a hat. The remaining macaroni and cheese became embedded in his hair with the cheesy orange sauce dripping down his cheeks and neck. There weren't enough wet wipes in the house to get him clean, and I knew that I was destined to sit on toilet for 30 minutes while he splashed and played.
Scott understands my aversion to bath time and we often barter to try to bounce the responsibility. While I drew the short straw, he took the opportunity to go for a scooter ride. He promised to clean the tub and toys when he returned, which was his consolation for leaving me behind with my little splasher.
After nearly 40 minutes of playing and drenching everything within reach, Timmy stopped and uttered the dreaded "ut oh" warning. I retrieved him quickly, but not before he had finished pooping in the tub. I have to admit that I felt oddly smug wiping away the remaining bubbles and getting him dressed in his pajamas. I might have been stuck with bath time, but Scott was going to be on soggy poop patrol. It turns out that last night, I chose wisely!
Most relish watching their little cherubs splish and splash in the tub. I have always hated it. Being relegated to sitting on a toilet while my child splashes water all over, soaking me along with everything else in the vicinity, is not my idea of fun. From the annoying plastic toys that always squirt moldy water regardless of how I try to empty them after each use to the bath crayons that don't easily remove from the walls or my child's toenails, I dread the entire chore.
My strong dislike for doling out baths is another reason that I love summer. Too many nights than I care to admit I figure that the kids get clean enough swimming in the pool and running through the sprinkler in the driveway. In a pinch, I've been known to pull out the water table to encourage the top layer of dirt to wash away from Timmy while playing. These certainly aren't my proudest parenting confessions, but they are my reality.
Last night I had no doubt that my grubby little boy needed a bath. When he was done eating he decided to turn his bowl into a hat. The remaining macaroni and cheese became embedded in his hair with the cheesy orange sauce dripping down his cheeks and neck. There weren't enough wet wipes in the house to get him clean, and I knew that I was destined to sit on toilet for 30 minutes while he splashed and played.
Scott understands my aversion to bath time and we often barter to try to bounce the responsibility. While I drew the short straw, he took the opportunity to go for a scooter ride. He promised to clean the tub and toys when he returned, which was his consolation for leaving me behind with my little splasher.
After nearly 40 minutes of playing and drenching everything within reach, Timmy stopped and uttered the dreaded "ut oh" warning. I retrieved him quickly, but not before he had finished pooping in the tub. I have to admit that I felt oddly smug wiping away the remaining bubbles and getting him dressed in his pajamas. I might have been stuck with bath time, but Scott was going to be on soggy poop patrol. It turns out that last night, I chose wisely!
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