One of the many things that have me clogged up about writing is that we learned that one of our sons has food allergies.

Sigh.

He has the fearsome peanut allergy, but he is also allergic to tree nuts and eggs. We'll see an allergist next month, but I suspect there are other allergies lurking. (Hopefully not milk.)

On the one hand, it's a relief to know that there is a reason he was breaking out in rashes after every meal. So crazy as it is, I'm sleeping better knowing that I have to carry an epi-pen at all times. The enemy you know and all that.

On the other hand, food allergies suck. They change your life. They change the life of everyone in the family.

I'm not going to lie -- I went through a period of mourning. Denial. One night, I went to grocery store alone and almost started crying from the frustration of reading food labels. I've always read food labels, and I avoid processed food whenever I can, and I my eyes still went cross-eyed from reading the small print.

The worst part of the peanut allergy is the cross-contamination. Do you know how many things are made on equipment shared with nuts? A lot of things. And one of those things is chocolate.

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