Do you ever have days where you're like, "I can't even"? Because I'm having one of those. I'm so overwhelmed with life at the moment. My back is in a billion knots and I've gone to the chiropractor like 5 times now. Bubba will be leaving for college this fall, so obviously I'm worried he'll run out of money, not find a job, or really just not be able to adult. Because let's face it, adulting is hard. JP will be leaving for a church mission next month also. We have a million things to get on his list and hope his passport gets here in time (not likely because for over a month they've been in phase one of reopening and have over a million applications). I'm sad I won't see him for two years. And then he'll come home from his mission and move away to school. So I'll never see him, except hopefully he likes me enough to come home for holidays. Peanut was just diagnosed with celiac disease. After about 6 months of him living in the bathroom, he decided to eliminate gluten from his diet to see if he felt better and I finally thought to ask if he wanted to see the doctor. The pediatrician referred us to a gastro dr. No gluten was helping him feel better and she said we should do blood work. But guess what? You have to have gluten in your system. So, he had to go back on for three weeks and of course, was miserable again. Blood work came back positive for whatever indicates you carry the gene thingy to maybe have celiac. So he had to keep eating gluten until he had an endoscopy with biopsies to check for sure. A jillion dollars later, he for sure has celiac disease. He's six foot now and needs to gain weight, but finding stuff he likes is HARD! He's my pickiest eater-no fruit, no veg, no peanut butter, not even freaking potatoes! Basically, he likes meat and pizza, chips and noodles. I HATE cooking, and now I have to rework all the things I actually do cook to make sure everything in them is gluten free. Everything costs twice as much and he eats a crap ton of snacks. It's also fun to spend $7 on a loaf of bread for him to be like, "This one is nasty. Let's try a different brand." Coco is just about done with baseball. This was supposed to be our year for Little League World Series. We won State the last two years and would've totally gone to Regionals in San Bernardino and possibly on to Williamsport. Instead, they cancelled all baseball. So 12 yo broken hearts all around. Even my heart was broken. This was our family's last chance to go. Fortunately, because Butch is the most amazing Dad Coach ever, he found a bunch of tournaments for us to still participate in this summer. So at least our boys got to play some ball. But in addition to practices, Coco has had a baseball camp and hitting lessons weekly. I have to get him up for camp twice a week at 8:20 am so that's been a blast. And this week, with our final tournament of the year coming up, Butch has zero time to get everything for the amazing hiking trip he has planned for the boys next week. So, I'm in charge of getting all the hiking food, but even after going to three different grocery stores yesterday (in addition to taking JP to three stores for mission stuff and fly fishing stuff), they've all given me more things they want on the list. You're killing me, Smalls. Anyone getting why my back is jacked up? Also, only one thing is even kind of sort of helping my arthritis and I have to apply it multiple times a day and most days wear super attractive wrist braces. And how do you beard wives deal with your husband trimming his beard and getting little beard hairs EVERYWHERE? At least when my stupid long hair sheds I can gather it in a massive hairball and chuck it in the garbage. Awesome. Great. I'm fine. Everything is fine.
