Earlier this month, we finally had son # 2 allergy tested. Out of the 40 scratches, he was allergic--severely allergic--to 24 of them (yikes!).
One of the (many) things he's allergic to is dust.
As it so happens, one of the household chores I like least is dusting. Why? Because as soon as you dust, five seconds later, it's back. There's no end in sight.Which means that the poor kid has practically lived in a dust bowl his whole life (you'd think this would boost his immunity, but nooooo).
Yeah, we won't get into my disqualification from the mom-of-the-year (cough, lifetime achievement) award.
Yesterday, I spent hours in his room dusting, vacuuming, wiping down every.single.mini-blind. We're still in the process of figuring out tips and tricks of living with severe dust allergies. Bedding stuff is on-order. Carpet stuff is coming. Knick-knacks, pennants, trophies, etc., probably aren't going anywhere so that means I'll be a dusting fool for the foreseeable future. At least until his allergy shots kick in (about a year!).
Until then, I suppose I don't have to worry about a mom-of-the-year award getting dusty...