In which i whine some more
March 19, 2007
Last night we had scrambled eggs for dinner. (Yes, we used all of the eggs Miles cracked, all 24 of them.)
I am not a huge egg lover. I have never liked them. I do eat eggs inside of things, tasty things like cakes and cookies.
Last night I scrambled up all of the eggs, and for whatever reason I reached into the skillet and took a taste of the eggs. A tiny microscopic taste. A pinch between my fingers.
By the time I walked from the stove to the kitchen table my face was feeling warm. My oldest son looked at me and said, “Your face is really red, mom” My face swelled up, my mouth got itchy, and I felt like there was something heavy sitting on my chest. Very frightening, especially when you are the only adult in the house.
Long story short, it would appear that I have developed an allergy to eggs. I have an appointment with an allergist set up for next Tuesday.
Now is where I whine. WHY? WHy do I have to be potentially allergic to something that is in everything. Everything yummy.
I do have to say here how wonderful my children were. They cleaned up everything so I wouldn’t come into contact with more eggs. Including my 11 yr old taking the two littles upstairs and giving them baths. He also changed a poopie diaper without even telling me or complaining about it. He just did it. And when I thanked him he said, “Well, what did you expect me to do? Of course I changed his diaper.” AS if it was weird that I was thanking him.
My oldest son scrubbed the kitchen clean. he even scrubbed the skillet i cooked the eggs in. I told him he could just leave it to soak, but he said, “I’d feel better just cleaning it for you, Mom.”
My 6 yr old vacuumed and washed all the kitchen chairs down. My 9yr old washed the table and swept the floor. My 7 yr old was in the shower while the cleaning fest was going on. He may have planned it that way.
Honestly, it is times like this that I realize how good my kids are. They have never once failed to step up and help when it was neccessary. Sure they complain violently about chores on ordinary days, but who doesn’t?
I am so incredibly proud of them.
Lest you think thay are perfect angels, this afternoon my 6, 7, and 9 yr olds were whipping snowballs at the windows. I went to open the door and yell at them to knock it off when I tripped. I opened the door into my forehead. I now have a huge raised bruise in the middle of my forehead.
I feel like I am slowly falling apart. Piece by piece my body is breaking down.
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