Congratulations to me! I am being honored with this award for the following contributions I have made to the art of motherhood today alone:
Absentmindedly fed the baby sausage bread after learning a few weeks ago has a mild allergy to egg-whites that causes his eczema to flare up. There is one egg in the entire loaf of bread, and yet the baby’s cheek is all red and scratchy.
My three-year-old bit a little girl’s finger today at school. I asked him if they were fighting and he said no. So either he is a good liar or his flirting game is all wrong. Either way, we’ve got a problem.
I decided to decline BRAC testing to determine if I carry the breast cancer/ovarian cancer gene, despite my high risk.I see testing as a lose/lose situation for me. The test costs hundreds of dollars and can come out one of two ways: A) I don’t have the gene (goodbye hundreds of dollars) or B) I have the gene and it is recommended that I remove my breasts and ovaries at the age of 33 even though I do not now have or might not ever get either cancer. But close monitoring and other testing says that I’m fine right now, so I’d rather stay in denial a little longer. The doctor looked at me like I am a nut job and asked, “If you have it, there is a 50% chance you passed it on to your children. Don’t you want to know if your children carry the gene?” Sigh. So, yeah, I’ll probably get this test next week.
Even though it is a gorgeous day outside, I have the children inside watching a movie so I can write this because I forgot to charge the iPad.
Oh, there are more, but I have to go. The awards committee is at the door with my trophy.