Hug Twice

A while back, Alexa had a severe allergic reaction to something.  Suspected an antibiotic (amoxicillin).  Because of that, and my own history of allergies, she was referred for an allergy screening.

Which was today.  And we learned that genetics is a powerful thing.  I have respiratory allergies, Matt has both that and asthma, and after testing Alexa’s mucus, the doctor told us she tests positive for respiratory allergies.  There’s something in her environment that’s bugging her, even though she isn’t constantly congested or anything.

So now I have to literally sterilize the house.  And assume that CJ is also positive for allergies with such a strong family history.

Her stuffed animals go in the freezer for 48 hours to kill mites.  I am sure she is going to LOVE that.  Heh.

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Today, the Monday after New Years, is basically the resumption of routine.  CJ starts school again today, the blasted car is finally back from its breaking down detour in New York, and I went grocery shopping yesterday to restock the house after our ice storm fiasco.

Oh yes.  The ice storm.  The day before we were to leave for a 10 day trip out east, we had a horrible ice storm here.  We lost several tree branches (including one that the tree people will come remove this week) and electric power.  For three days.  I’ve never had a power outage so long that I remember.  After one freezing day in our house (no electricity means no heat here) we packed the cats off to a kennel and packed the kids up and left for the east coast.  The house survived, we survived, the car barely survived (it died both on the way there and the way back, but is fixed now… for now) but everything just seems “off” ever since.  The cats are not eating as well as they used to, I’m jumpy every time I drive the car, and I just… I don’t know.  I feel off.  And not in a good way.

So I’ve got 5 lbs of chicken cooking in the oven, which will be split into recipe sized portions and double bagged into the freezer for meals for the next two weeks.  CJ is packed and ready to go to school in about 10 minutes.  The house is reasonably organized, and my desk is a mess (as always).  So why do I just want to crawl back into bed?

I start work tonight (both taekwondo and tutoring) - I better get over myself.  Quick.

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