I mean this both metaphorically and literally. The place is a pig sty and instead of getting up and working that elbow grease I am practically comatose with tiredness on the couch. The princess does not like to sleep. The princess wants to feed 24/7. The superhero is tired all the time. The superhero does not want to feed at all. It seems its all or nothing with my lot. The happy medium is an elusive dream.
So in order to try regulate the two of them the plan is to go GFCFSF. My life seems to be one long acronym now. We have been advised that the Superhero and the Princess have high intolerences to gluten, casein and soya. To the Superhero it acts like morphin, doping him up and fogging his brain. To the Princess, it acts like a toxin, irritating her skin and tummy so she vomits. In order to help them both we have to cut all this out of our diets. Hard enough when you eat a wide range of things but for the Superhero it practically cuts his food intake in half. So why bother even trying it? Countless mums have said it has cured the excema that their kids had, gotten rid of their childs reflux and after a number of weeks enabled their brood to eat a whole new range of foods. So I have to stiffen my lip, prepare the cupboards and say goodbye to all my favourite foods. This may actually kill me but such is my desperation that I will give it a shot. Tonight though, I feast. Chocolate chessecake anyone?
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