Dairy free blues

Now I have something real to be depressed about.  No, I’m not talking about SAHM ennui, or a broken nail.  I’m talking about poisonous breastmilk.

Okay, that’s unfair.  My milk isn’t poison. But it’s not working for my 3 month old Drew.  He cannot tolerate cow’s milk protein. Or at least that seems to be the problem.

I’ve dealt with several bouts of exorcist-style vomit recently (I know you’re jealous) over the past week, and so I had to figure out what’s going on.  So now I have to cut out one of the main sources of joy in my life other than my family: cheese and milk.

What will I do to fill this void?  Honestly, just stick it out.  I think butter is safe for now–it tends to be the least offensive for sensitive kids–but there’ll be no cheesy casseroles, no tall glasses of creamy milk, no Alfredo sauce.  The upside? Maybe my waistline will benefit.  Maybe I’ll pass a little less gas.   Maybe my arteries will clear a tad (although saturated fat has not necessarily been linked to clogged arteries…that’s another post).

In the meantime, I’ll settle for peanut butter.  Or chocolate. Oh wait, he can’t tolerate those things either.

Bread, however, does not seem to be a problem.  Dreams of a 24inch waist have now gone out the window.


March 24, 2011. Tags: , , , . Uncategorized. Leave a comment.

On the hunt. For a house.

First off, I have to admit that getting this house organized has been slow going. You know that corner in the kitchen?  It looks about the same.  However, I have been able to keep other things straight. Like laundry has been put away.  I’ve even vacuumed a bit.  I count that as success.

More importantly, though, I’ve figured out how to get this house clean. MOVE!

Yes, that’s extreme.  And seems a tad unrealistic.

But it gets to one of the main issues here: suffocation.

We spend our days indoors.  Sure, we play outside a little bit, but our neighborhood isn’t really conducive to kids playing in their yards. Mainly because there are no yards.  Or at least there is no yard here.  The parks are frequented by idle transients and random parked cars.  And the occasional street walker.  Sounds like fun, right?

So we’re looking at purchasing a home with a yard.  Renting something affordable is more difficult than it sounds–our rent right now is unbeatable for the safety factor–and I really don’t want to move into another rental.  Why?  I don’t like improving on someone else’s property. If the landlord had repaired the electrical outlets in the girls’ room, I might feel loyalty and pride, but he has refused, leaving them with no power in the room.  Jerk.

We are going for a comfortable and modest home.  In Kansas.  House hunting is exhilarating and nerve wracking at the same time.  I could look at listings all day. The financials frighten me, though. We’re pre-approved, not just pre-qualified, so at least the bank has preliminary faith in us.  But do I?  We’ll see how this goes. We start looking on Sunday. I’ll keep you posted.


March 3, 2011. Uncategorized. Leave a comment.

Dressed for success

Okay, call me dumb, but it has finally dawned on me that one of the best ways to get in gear for action is to put on real clothes in the morning.   I’ve gone to flylady.com.  In fact, I’ve been reading organization blogs for quite some time.  But I’ve been stupidly stubborn about heeding some of the advice.

For months now, I’ve loafed around the house in my pajamas.  Seems more practical since I’m not leaving to go out. Why waste the laundry?  Well, it kept me from getting a damn thing done around here.  Excuses abound when you’re not dressed to do much except sit on the sofa.  I can’t go to the basement without shoes on…I’ll leave that pile of donations by the door until I’m dressed…I’m only dressed enough to bake a pie…

You can see how much time I was wasting putting things off.  And it’s been bringing my mood down.  It’s been making me crazy.

So off the couch!  Put on your shoes, and it’ll be the equivalent of 2 shots of espresso.

Blue shoes to get me out of the blues

March 1, 2011. Uncategorized. Leave a comment.