And every page a reminder of what is off limits in our house. What makes my kid turn pale and lethargic and throw up.
I know--I'm usually the optimistic one, the solution finder, the person who makes damn good lemonade-- but today all I felt was rising frustration at the very plain limitations of food allergies.
I know that anger saps one's strength and frustration clouds my vision-- but there it is. Nine pages of food shouting "Do Not Trespass" " Stop, Do Not pass Go" "Off Limits. "
In past, I'd rev up the mixmaster and bake my own. But today I'm going to sit with these feelings and see what rises.