It’s been another busy day at Birdie’s Nest. This morning I cleaned the bathroom using a mixture of 1 part dish soap and 1 part cleaning vinegar. Holy moly did it ever get the bathtub clean! Sparkling and squeaky clean. I am now a convert. That means the Srubbing Bubbles will be replaced and now I can say we have no toxic chemicals in our home with the exception of bleach which I use if someone has been sick. I also use a capful when rinsing dishes since our dishwasher is still broken.
And then I made this. It is quite possibly the most delicious thing I ever made. Tomato and basil soup, both from our garden. As usual, I didn’t follow a recipe. I going to have to try to remember what I did so I can make it again. It’s so good I could bottle it.
There is still a bed to change and some dusting but I am feeling unmotivated today. We received a letter about my daughters diagnosis and I felt my heart fall out for me again. She has this. And no, I don’t want to discuss it.
I feel like I am getting a cold. Or maybe I am just worn out. There is really no reason to be physically worn out but I am. Here’s s tidbit. I don’t know how to deal with my daughter being unwell. It’s fucking scary and horrible. I have no control over what’s happening. She is truly a great kid. She is so kind and awesome and funny. She is in constant pain and yet still works 40 to 50 hours a week. I love her so much. There are no words to tell anyone the depth of my love for her. I will take this fucking disease so she can just have the beautiful life she was meant to have and deserves. When she was a baby she was sick for the first several years of her life. She was a tiny wee thing in the 3rd percentile. I put her in highland dancing to help her with her core strength and muscle tone. She worked so hard at it. Look at her legs. You can tell she is strong. But even dancing is being taken away from her because she is in so much pain.
There I discussed it.