Okay, so the bad grammar is deliberate, showing just how flustered and frustrated I was last night. But, bad grammar aside, I really do need to plan better, especially mealtimes for William. Eating at home is one thing, but those few occasions where eating outside the home is a necessity, I really do need to take a look at my planning strategies and improve them.
Yesterday was William's first Tae Kwon Do class for the winter session. It's right a 6:00, which is a bit of a pain because I need to make sure he's eaten before we go. Yesterday I got tied up at work, didn't manage to leave when I'd planned to leave, and was faced with the sudden conundrum: what am I going to feed William? In the past, we'd have bowed to the pressure of the golden arches (a.k.a. McDonalds) and gone through the drive-through on the way across town. Since William's now had three back-to-back reactions to their fries, that wasn't an answer. My original plan had been to take the boys to one of the family restaurants I know is okay, but we didn't have time for that.
We ended up eating at Tim Hortons, which wasn't something I'd really wanted to do, but was the only safe and fast alternative. I can see, though, that it'll not be on our list too often. Dealing with a new cashier who spoke English as a second (or third?) language can be frustrating enough. Dealing with one when you're trying to ensure that your allergic child doesn't get exposed to the substance(s) he's allergic to is something else entirely. I'm sure she thought I was a bit awful, but calling over a manager who spoke better English to ensure my child was going to be okay was a necessary evil. And somehow I think a little embarrassment is the lesser of the two evils when the other evil is a potential anaphylactic reaction.
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