I arrived at the school to pick up all three of my girls.
Immediately upon signing out the preschoolers, they were invited to a friend's house. So off they went.
I went around the corner to get my first grader...and then needed to hunt down the next door neighbor's 4th grader because her mother left in a flurry after learning her oldest daughter was in labor.
The preschoolers are gone and the other kiddos want to walk home. Fine.
I drive home - gather the 1st grader, hand off the 3rd grader, and go inside to assemble dinner.
Eventually I realize I don't have everything I need.
By then, the 1st grader has found another 1st grader to play with...and it's about time to drive over to pick up the preschoolers.
I throw the 2 1st graders into the car, zoom over to pick up the other 2 and head straight to the grocery store on the way home.
Walking through the produce section like a mother duck with a string of ducklings, I hear something to the effect of someone not feeling well. I didn't ask twice. Quite frankly, I didn't want to know. I wanted to get the few things I was after and get home to finish.
"Dex says 78, Mom."
We're almost there. I can see the checkout lane. We can make it. All I have is my wallet in hand...no need to lug in the big ol' mom bag and sugar box for a 7 minute excursion to the grocery store with 4 hungry children under the age of 8. Why, pray tell would I do that?
"Oooo....can we get some gum?"
"MOM, I want this chap stick!"
"MOM CAN WE GET SOME BUBBLE GUM?"
"OH! I've had those before! They're so good!"
"What are those? OH OH OH...MOOOOOM!!!! I saw a commercial for these. They're SO COOL!"
Only a few more items to get through the register.
Don't lose it, Wendy.
Don't start screaming at these beautiful dirty faced kids right now.
To the car...hold hands, the parking lot is pretty busy right now.
"I'M LOW!!!!!!!!" Beep Beep Beep Beep.
"GUM....Mommy did you get us some gum?"
"I want some gum. How come she's going to get gum?"
"My favorite gum is the pink kind."
Shuffle everyone in.
Grab the bag, throw it to the child with diabetes and give drill sergeant orders to test immediately.
"What are you doing?"
"Does that hurt?"
Groceries loaded, test in progress, children buckled.
Wait. Where's my phone?
Did I leave my phone at the register?
"DRINK A JUICE."
"I WANT A JUICE."
"WHY CAN'T I HAVE A JUICE?"
Dump out mom bag...search frantically for phone.
"I need a tablet."
"I WANT A TABLET!!!!!"
"MOM CAN WE HAVE A TABLET TOO?"
"What's a tablet?"
"YES....give everyone a tablet!!!!!!!!!!! I need you guys to be quiet for a minute. My brain isn't thinking. I need to make sure I have my phone...and I need her to test again in a few minutes."
"What does test again mean?"
Groceries scattered, purse contents everywhere, diabetes supplies all over, dinner to make, baths to deal with, spelling words to review......
"Dude. You're mom is having a weird moment."
"Hey, Mom...did you get us some gum?"
While I'm happy to share our experiences with what works, and what doesn't work, for the management of Type 1 Diabetes and Celiac Disease in our house, please do not mistake anything you read here for medical advice. Decisions regarding your/your child's health care should be made only with the assistance of your medical care team. Use any information from this blog at your own risk.