Cake and WTF

Our first Nut, Corn, and Gluten free cake was killer good!  And I don't mean just passable, I mean the honest people in my life were universally pleased, and I actually craved it when all was said and done! Now granted, I haven't had cake in several months, so that may have had something to do with it...and it had a little bit of weird texture to it because of some of the home made flours in it, but I would proudly serve that cake again!  Plus it was decorated like Captain America's shield.  Hello.  One confection down, August and September to go...

So much for summer. Well, actually Mom and I have been making food.  We've made some good soups, Mom made cherry popovers and blueberry coconut flour muffins speaking of confections, and we have been doing an impressive amount of weeding through stuff on the inside of this house.  But ever hampered by migraines, it just feels I've accomplished virtually nothing.  I mean, I have done some laundry, but we've not made it to the beach even once, although my Mom Has made bread sans machine.  That woman is on FIYAAAAH!!  And of course she's been taking care of my kids for over a week because I got a cold during hormone week.  (read: DISASTER) (read: MOST MEDS I'VE TAKEN IN WEEKS)

I guess it was the perfect storm: Em's very small birthday playdate, we're talking ONE friend, plus a few cousins.  Hardly any decorations, no games, one cake.  That's all.  We had naps and everything! I totally took it easy.  But it was the beginning of the most wicked pre-hormonal migraine I've had in a long time.  Plus I started getting a cold. *shake my head* I do not know how these things happen.  Man plans and the universe says, "Just kidding lol ;)!".  That was a Friday, I got a migraine on Saturday, sang in church on Sunday, and curled up and died on Monday.  Felt better by the following Saturday, overdid it at Family Olympics yesterday at Church, and am back on the heavy meds.  WTF you may or may not ask?  If I ever try to act like I am a normal person who can do normal things, my body is quick, ruthless, and completely unforgiving.  I swear, between pre-hormones and post-hormones, plus a cold, plus singing, plus overdoing things when I start to feel better, plus a party to kick it all off, I just want to punch something.  And it makes me hate doing anything ever, while simultaneously becoming bitter that I can't do anything ever.  But my cake kicked ass.

And in other good news, Ritz crackers are so incredibly processed, that apparently Sasha can eat 2 1/2 of them and not die!  They have wheat in them and corn syrup as well, but she's been just over 24 hours since the girls were in Sunday school having so much fun that they forgot that Sasha isn't supposed to eat the snacks there, and we've seen no adverse effects.  Nothing like the last time she got corn meal, Hallelujah, nor the last time she got full on whole wheat.  Which makes me wonder, if a small quantity of highly processed modern wheat doesn't bother her, how well would she take ancient, un-crossbred, un-genetically modified wheat?  The Sunday school mistake may prove serendipitous.

A few things have become clear. 1) I do not pay my Mom enough.  Of course, I do keep her supplied in starbucks, plus rent, so...  2) Holyshit, school starts in 2 weeks, and I am devastated.  3) I'm pretty sure I'm never going to play music again.  But at least Emily is learning the Ukulele, entirely since I've had a migraine.  So if I ever stop having a migraine...