Ever Diligent

You know how I’m totally anal-retentive?  Well maybe you don’t, but I am.  So now you know.  I’ve been trying to relax more over the past couple of years.  It takes a long time to unclench, let me tell you.  Perfectionism is a disease.  The symptoms are fanatical attention to detail and constantly feeling overwhelmed.  If this is you, maybe we could start a support group.  Or a daily margarita group, which ever.

I used to be a Reader Of Labels.  Alison was on such a mother-imposed, restricted diet (until she started preschool, where they gently pushed me out the door) that we never left the house without our snack bag, lest we get hungry and have no healthy choices.  The sphincter has been permanently at half-mast regarding food more recently because I’ve realized that if we eat healthy for the most part, life is a lot more fun.  And I’m a lot easier to live with.

But then.  Monday we found out for certain that Blythe has food allergies, to eggs and corn.  She didn’t even cry when they did the scratch test.