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Since starting my blog about 18 months ago at the encouragement of a friend, my life has taken a complete turn. I was a vegetarian mom, working from home with kids in daycare. My posts were mostly about my kids, but with some of my other interests being thrown in for balance such as cooking, photography and pretty things (I’m a designer so shiny objects get my attention).

But last year I started to run, at the encouragement of that same friend. After only a few short months of training, I ran a half marathon, then another, and then ran the Warrior Dash (a 5k with a dozen obstacle course challenges along the way, during 90+ degree temps). But since then, I have only run a handful of times. Why? Because I also have Chronic Lyme Disease and have experienced one of my worst flair-ups in years. That led me to book an appointment with a specialist, but there is a 4-month wait before I can get in to see him. Meanwhile, I started looking into other ways to curb my symptoms and get a little relief.

I found a lot of information about how diet can affect people with auto-immunne diseases and can trigger the inflammation that causes joint and muscle pain. Most have the same conclusion: gluten, dairy and sugar are all bad. Nightshade vegetables (potatoes, tomatoes, peppers and eggplant) can also be a problem. For a vegetarian, that didn’t bode well. I’ve basically turned my diet upside down and have taken on eating a Paleo Diet (aka Primal, Caveman or Grok diet). No pasta? No rice, beans or legumes? Meat…lots of meat? Yep. That’s what I eat now. Along with fruits and veggies, which I loved anyway. But also no yogurt and granola, no cheese, no hummus, no falafel or any of the other foods I’ve eaten as breakfast and snacks for the last 20 years.

Oh, and as for the kids, well, I now homeschool my older son for Kindergarten. His brother is still in Pre-K at daycare, but begs to stay home for school every day so most weeks, he stays and does school with us one or two days. We’re having fun, learning a lot, and growing closer from spending more time together and getting to know each other in a completely different way.

I’m still decaf. That seems to be the onlything that has stayed the same! So moving forward, my posts will have a different purpose from what I’ve done before. I’m now going to chronicle our homeschooling life and the challenges/rewards it brings. I’m also going to chronicle Lyme Disease and how it has affected my entire adult life, and I’m going to post what I’m learning about the Paleo way of life and recipes that my family enjoys as a way to share our experiences with others who are trying to make the switch.

Health and family. Those are the two keys to happiness in my book, so if you’ve read my blog before, I hope you’ll stick with me and enjoy the new direction of my posts. And if you’re here for the first time, I hope that what I’ll be writing about in the future can give you some inspiration, too, and maybe bring a little joy to your life as well.

 

After all of my research into various schools — you can read about my dilemma here — I submitted an application today for Academy Lafayette. We won’t know until March whether or not Big A gets in, but at least we’re officially on the list.

Kindergarten. It happens so fast. I remember the day my baby was born.

Big A's birthday photo

I remember the day I peed on the stick and saw the two stripes develop on it. (I’ll spare you the photo of that…but I do have it. Not a photo of the peeing part. A photo of the stick!)

I remember the day The Doc and I decided we wanted to officially start “trying” for a baby. And now that baby is on the list for a kindergarten!

Big A is 5 years old.

I still really would like to homeschool, but I think having the chance to learn another language from such a young age gives kids a real advantage in brain development and the ability to grasp new ideas and concepts as they grow older.

So now we wait. And hopefully soon I’ll need to start taking French lessons.

La sauvegarde de mes doigts a passé!

We have a rat. I don’t know if it’s a He-Rat or a She-Rat, but it’s a rat and that’s all I care about.

This is what the rat in our garage looks like...not that I could get it to slow down long enough to pose.

Ratty (as my wee beasts have dubbed it) is living in our garage. The house we live in has settled over the years, and the garage doors don’t sit perfectly flat on the ground. That leaves the tiniest of gaps for all forms of small woodland creatures to enter through. Our dog and cat food bins are (conveniently for small woodland creatures) right next to this gap. As is the trash bin and recycling bin. I’m sure it’s a virtual heaven for small woodland creatures.

Going into the garage, we have had chipmunks streak by and run out of the gap to get back to their homes. This I don’t mind so much. Hey, if we’re messy enough to leave a few dog kibbles on the ground after filling their bowls, it’s our fault that we’ve provided a nice dinner to small woodland creatures. It’s a bit like opening a drive-through window at Kibble Bell. They are up at all hours, hunting and foraging. They need the Fourth Meal more than I do.

But the nice thing about the chipmunks is that they have no interest in staying inside. They don’t view our garage as a motel or vacation condo. They come in. They go out. It’s a symbiotic relationship we have going with them.

But not so with Ratty.

It seems Ratty prefers an abode that is always dry, has enough local conveniences and isn’t highly trafficked. It’s like a rat version of a cul-de-sac in the ‘burbs. And Ratty has found that, despite what we see on the nightly news, the real estate market is good.

The problem is…Ratty scares my kids. He’s so nimble and quick that when we come and go through the garage during his roaming hours, he races inches in front of the Beasts’ feet and freaks them out. They have actually tried to go on strike and refused to walk through the garage. If we open the garage doors, they both want to be carried through so Ratty can’t get them. And combined, they weigh roughly 75% of me, so carrying them isn’t much of an option.

We decided last weekend to move Ratty out. We opened both garage doors and started moving some of our (still unpacked after moving here 18 months ago) boxes into the driveway. Sure enough, Ratty didn’t appreciate the racket and made a move. S/he darted this way and that way. Shrieking occurred, but I won’t divulge whether it was the Beasts or The Doc that did most of the shrieking. We had Ratty cornered and were trying to coordinate getting Ratty in a box when…WHOOSH! Ratty twisted and squirmed just enough to race around the corner and around the house.

Ok, s/he’ll find a nice home outside in the bushes now that s/he knows we’ve sent an eviction notice.

Not so much. I guess that a nice house on a cul-de-sac is the kind of real estate that rats don’t give up on so easily. So just a couple of days later, Ratty was seen streaking through the garage again.

Now we’re onto traps. The giant spring-action snapping kind. The kind that really, really, REALLY hurt when they snap you as you try to learn how to set them for the first time. Not that I’m admitting anything like that happened.

I’m a bit torn because I really don’t want to kill Ratty. I’d rather catch Ratty and take him/her to a nice wooded area near a creek. But the only things I saw at the hardware store were poisons and glue traps, which cause slow horribly painful deaths, or the new fancy white “humane” traps which enclose the rat but give you no way to open them. Which means it’s nice and clean for you, but the rat has no way out and will slowly starve. Again, not so nice. If Ratty has to go, I don’t want Ratty to suffer.

Which leads me to my other issue: How do I know for sure that Ratty is a WILD rat and not a domesticated one that someone released and s/he’s only hiding from us because s/he is so scared? I’ve looked all over the internet for pictures of wild rats, and they all seem to be solid dark gray or black. Ratty is not. Ratty is a splotchy mix of white and gray. I’m conflicted. I would hate for someone to hunt down and kill a pet of mine out of ignorance.

At least for the time being, Ratty seems to be doing his/her best to alleviate that concern by an amazing knack at NOT getting trapped. I’ve had traps baited and trapped for days with no success. The bait is either taken without setting off the trap, or the trap has been sprung but there’s no Ratty.

Ratty seems to be smarter than I am. And that, in and of itself, is almost enough to quash any issues I have with using a snap trap. I am evolved. I am higher on the food chain. I will outsmart this rat.

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