When he was in first grade (and I was pregnant with Merit) his teacher sent him home with the message, "GAGE HAS ALLERGIES - TREAT HIM" after, what I'm ashamed to say, were weeks of the little guy sniffing, coughing, sneezing, and culminating in puffy, swollen eyes. I finally looked at him, and gasped. Those eyes! He looked like a chubby Asian baby. How had I not seen this sooner? I was about a week from having Merit and Steven told me not to be too hard on myself, but jeez louise.
Anyway, we found some great honey. Buckwheat honey? Heard of it? It's raw and local, made right in B-Ville. I ate a spoonful as soon as we got home and it tastes like molasses. I like it, Gage doesn't. Merit likes it, Steven doesn't. But Steven still suggested I put a couple spoonfuls in our morning smoothie after I expounded on the many medical benefits of honey.
I love that farm. The people are so nice. One of the helpers gave us free backs of chicken feed and those little pellets for the goats. The kids loved "feeding" them. Merit kept dropping hers and laughing and saying, "Uh-oh!" Will was enchanted with the fact that goats only have bottom teeth - they can't bite you!
We saw baby chicks, bought a cookie each, and then my phone rang. It was the doctor's office - I'd gotten a strep test a couple days ago and the rapid result had been negative. I was feeling a little deflated at my own intuitiveness about my body. But hooray? The result was actually positive and they called in a Z Pack for me.
Do you remember last year when I was hospitalized after taking an antibiotic for strep? It was amoxicillin that time, but I'm still a little wary.
And a LOT mad that yesterday I decided that I'm just a big ol' wimp. I decided that since the test was negative, this was just some lame virus and I was being a big baby by feeling so awful. Now I'm mad at myself for calling myself a wimp! Don't worry - I've been very kind to myself today and ate chocolate even though I shouldn't have. I love it when I put myself in my place.
I didn't realize it until it was too late, but dear little EmmeBeth took a five hour nap this afternoon. I was so pooped that it wasn't until Steven asked when she went down that I jumped up and ran up the stairs to wake her up. So much for trying to be disciplined and scheduled.
I think I'm going to let Steven take the baby tonight. She is an angel all the time, especially at night. But I could use an uninterrupted night of sleep. Assuming I do fall asleep. Heaven help me. It's always on these nights when I'm especially exhausted that my darling brain decides to go psycho on me. After reading all about honey, I wouldn't be surprised if "experts say" to put a dab of honey under each eyelid to keep them shut all night as a treatment for insomnia.