I'm reaching panic mode. I have all of this stuff whirling in my brain and no way to clear the clutter because none of it is stuff I can do for myself.
So. Do I start annoying people? Or do I have faith that kids get discharged all the time and it really WILL only take a month and that the referrals will go as smoothly as today's doctor implied or that I should think this until proven differently?
Why am I borrowing angst?
Turns out that five tbsp of butter really does make a good tomato sauce: [link] This stuff is real good. Now I gotta figure out what to do with the stewed onion?
Why am I borrowing angst?
Because that's what mom's do? Because this is a huge and amazing and the doctors are trying to tell you not to worry?
gotta, go with Burrell on this one , kat. You are mom, you worry and plan and reworry and plan.
Has anybody heard from CV? Little worried.
And yes, it's the mom's job to worry. Dads too.
chocolate milk, white bread, dessert after dinner, soda. Everyday food or treat food when you were a kid?
We never had chocolate milk or white bread at home, except for rolls on holidays. Dessert, as in sweet baked goods, was another holiday or birthday thing. (We often had fruit for afters.) So, they were treats, basically. We could have one serving of diet soda a day.
My mom was on one diet or another for as long as I knew her, which meant that the rest of us were, to some extent, too. And yet Mom was overweight that entire time, I've been fat pretty much all my life, and my sister has been overweight since she had her kids. It's amazing how much we were willing to keep doing the allegedly right dietary thing, in spite of no evidence towards its efficacy.
Anyway, I still don't drink chocolate milk because I don't like drinking milk at all. I usually eat wheat bread because I like the taste and texture, generally have fruit for dessert because I like fruit, and drink 1-2 diet sodas a day. Childhood habits can have some staying power.
We ate a lot of processed food when I was a kid. Sugared cereal was standard, white bread and soda was readily available. None of my sibs had weigh issues--in fact, they are all still slim. I didn't become overweight until after college.
Oh, this is awesome. If you live in Berkeley and have fruit trees, you can hire a monkey to climb up and pick it for you: [link]