I feel terrible, and not just because I obviously ate something wheat today without knowing, probably from the Department cafeteria breakfast food that I ate because I was running late and forgot to grab my breakfast bar. I mostly feel terrible because I can't fix the hives if Child 3 won't listen and I can't protect her from everything wheat and I'm so sad that she can't ever have oreo cookies or cupcakes for someone's birthday party or a pizza party at school and obviously the reason she can't is because she inherited this awful curse from me. And I'm really sad that we discovered it so early in her life so that will be all she ever knows. But mostly, I'm sad that Husband is not here to help me make her lunch so that this doesn't happen again.
And I am tired. Sick and tired. Both literally and figuratively. I feel like I've been hit by a truck and I need a vacation. I know, you are thinking that I just had a vacation a month ago and that is true. But you try single parenting with a husband in a war zone with bombs going off all the time and facebook messages that say there was another attack but they are all OK (there was one yesterday. Seriously, Husband, I have to stop finding out about these things on facebook!) Oh, and two of your children are teenagers and one is allergic to wheat and so are you and also to chocolate and you can never, ever eat a brownie again for the rest of your life! Go ahead. Try it without getting tired. I dare you! Husband comes home in 13 days for his next R&R and it isn't soon enough.
At least I know for certain that this Lieutenant Colonel in the Air Force is having a worse day than me, and he deserves every minute of it.