Day 10 of being G-free

Day 10

Where did the weekend go? The alarm goes off and my enthusiasm for jumping out of bed early in the morning is already waning. It’s back to another g-free lunch box filled school week and I just want the summer to be here, right now!

Caspian feels as enthused as I do about it being Monday morning. I begin to wish that we had maybe all just had an ounce more sleep this weekend. I pack him off to school with some hot dogs and salad in his lunchbox, along with some corn chips and fresh fruit. He later tells me that the hot dogs tasted disgusting. I guess I get the fact that cold hot dogs are probably not that great. Ah well.

T and I take the dog to the park for a run about. It’s started to rain and I wish that we’d mobilized to get to the park a tad earlier. I realize that I’ve become a wimp when it comes t rain and that it’s just drizzle after all. None-the-less, we put on our ski jackets (of course – no?) and stomp to the middle of the field to dutifully ‘chuck’ with the chuck-it. What would life be without a chuck-it, I ask myself.

There is some odd boot-camp kind of aerobics activity going on in one corner of the field and T stands statuesquely still whilst watching 3 women act out their moves in front of their instructor. There is a car advertising ‘’ in the car park and so I make a mental note to check this out online once I get home. T tells me that I could go over there and do that if I want to and that he could watch with Milo. Bless him – I have absolutely no desire whatsoever to plonk myself out in the middle of the field, doing some pretty tricky exercise moves in the rain in front of all to see. The dog keeps chasing his ball right next to the little work out crew and so I decide it’s time to make a move and leave them to their public grimacing.

We head off to Barnes and Noble in Corte Madeira to meet Cale and little W and to drink coffee, browse through books and do a bit of g-free research while I am at it. We somehow manage to whittle away 3 hours by the time we’ve fed the kids lunch there, let them play at the train table, looked at books with them etc. We browse through a pile of gluten free cookbooks and discuss the pro’s and con’s of them. For me, it’s all about cookbooks having pretty pictures. For Cale it’s all about short ingredients lists and simplicity. I start to realize that she’s probably right, as the stash of pretty pictured cook books in my kitchen rarely gets used. One book in particular appeals to both of us. It has no pictures, but it’s really comprehensive and has some great, straightforward recipes. (You Won’t Believe It’s Gluten-Free, by Roben Ryberg).

We talk about the PF Changs restaurant next door having a gluten free menu. ( I also discover that Amici’s pizza chain ( has gluten and dairy free pizzas an as the week goes on I see a gluten free menu at Asqew Grill ( and hear an ad for gluten free pizza at extreme pizza on the radio ( I’m excited that there seem to be a lot of options, in comparison to everything that I’ve been reading about.

I pick up C and his friend from school. C is fried and grumpy. He has a little meltdown at me when I refuse the boys the computer and suggest they have a snack and use their imagination to find something more interesting to do. (The never-ending battle). We wind up eating a big bowl of Glutino pretzels ( I am so grateful for that find – they are delicious – and playing Stratego. The boys have so much fun figuring out their battle strategy. T plays on my side and continually reveals all of our pieces that are supposed to remain hidden. The joys of playing board games with a four year old! The seven year olds, of course, think that this part of the game is hilarious and storm across the board with their pieces.

I decide to cook an improvised chicken Phad Thai for dinner. As I go to the fridge to look at the soy sauces and stir-fry sauces, however, I realize that this dish is going to be a rather dull affair. The only thing that I have that is gluten free is fish sauce. Mmm. I decide to press on anyway – there’s always ketchup to smother it with. The dinner is not greeted positively. C announces that he no longer likes chicken, that he hates rice noodles and that he likes none of the veg that I’ve mixed in. I stand my ground and ask why he suddenly doesn’t like all of these things when he liked them next week. On the verge of another meltdown he screams at me while he eats some of the dinner. I guess it makes sense that he has to react to the whole food thing at some point. I just wish it wasn’t right now. He continues to shout at T and I about everything and anything we do and say and then storms off to his room.

After allowing C a good 10 minutes to calm down, I go to talk about what just happened. He tells me that he is not feeling well and that a girl at school told him that he ‘sucks’ today. We talk about how easy it is to get irritated and angry when you don’t feel well and that I understand how he feels, but that he still owes his little brother an apology. We also talk about the ‘sucks’ thing and C agrees with me that it really is more the girls problem than his that she finds the need to say things like that. He agrees not to take it personally – I hope he really means that. I also hope that he’ll feel better tomorrow. I’d been told last week that there would probably be some bad days once gluten was removed from C’s diet. A gluten-free cold turkey. Maybe that’s what the little guy is going through now?

I’m happy when it’s time for lights out. Shattered. Manage to update my blog and then close my eyes.


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