Have you ever read Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst? If you have not, this might not make sense to you. And if you have not, you should! It's one of my favorite classic children's books!
How cool is this? I found the book - read by the author - on YouTube! Check it out! (Pause the Playlist first....)
So anyway.... I feel like Alexander. Except it's not been just a day. It's been more like a week!
As you may know, life at the castle has been a bit.... CrAzY lately. Let's recap....
Sunday we spent the day in the ER due to ANOTHER bad site which resulted in ketones and vomiting.
Monday I had Parent Teacher conferences all day - after being up practically all night checking on Sweetpea.
Wednesday we went to the hospital for an appointment with the CDE to hopefully figure out what to do about all these bad sites. Sweetpea worried about this ALL. DAY. LONG. She was in tears by the time we had to leave for the hospital. She can get herself all worked up into quite a state. She was soooo worried that we were going to have to do a site change there or they were going to do things to her. They did not. Thank Goodness! Then we went to a JDRF fundraiser at Chick-fil-A where we got to meet Kelly and Brianna!
Thursday we were having issues with high blood sugar. It took two corrections over night to get her under 200 by morning. On the way out the door, the pump beeps. Low Cartridge alert. WHAT? This has NEVER happened to us before. Must be all those temp basals we were doing to keep her numbers in check. So..... what to do. We have to leave for work. I have a meeting. I throw all the supplies in a bag and leave. We were only a few minutes late. But then I had to pull everything out and fill a cartridge and replace it during the meeting. Everyone else is talking about curriculum and I'm filling an insulin cartridge. Boy, that was one of those "smack you in the face, boy, life sure is different now" moments. And I felt SO UNPROFESSIONAL. But what choice did I have? My kid needs insulin. Or she DIES. So I feel like a lousy teacher because I'm filling a cartridge and I feel like a lousy D Mama because the cartridge was low in the first place I didn't handle it before work. Remember that guilt post???
Once she ate breakfast, she went up, up, up. Of course, we are worried that something is wrong with the site. I ran down to her class every time I could to see if she was coming down. By 11:30, she was still around 350. So.... J came home from work and I gave her another correction. She finally came down and was ok for awhile... then she spiked again after dinner.
On the way home, I'm noticing that I feel horrid. A day in the ER can do that to you... on top of no sleep and major stress about bg and work and you name it. The black circles under my eyes were throbbing. My head was pounding. Hmmm..... My throat kinda hurts.
And then the lightbulb goes off! STREP! We have strep. I just know it....
Friday we spent the day at the doctor. Sweetpea was NOT excited about yet another visit to the doctor. Sure enough, her strep test was positive. "You guys are good!" her doctor said. I can't believe it didn't occur to me earlier. That afternoon I went to the doctor. My test was positive as well. Yipee! For some reason, Sweetpea was running around acting totally fine. I, however, felt like I had been run over by a truck.
Saturday was spent sleeping. As least it was for me. Being the wonderful husband that he is, J took care of Sweetpea for me. We had planned on going to a holiday festival that Sweetpea had been looking forward to ALL YEAR LONG. But I just couldn't do it. We told her that Mommy just didn't have enough energy and that we'd go Sunday. "I have energy!" she said. "Because I get lots and lots of sleep at night!" Ummmm..... yeah. You do. Don't rub it in!
Also on Saturday, the kitten was accidentally locked in our bedroom while I was asleep on the couch and J and Sweetpea went out. And he peed all over the quilt. Then, we found our that J's Grandfather had passed away. He was 91 years old.
Sunday was better.... We put up our Christmas tree and decorations! Sweetpea LOVED this! We also made it to the festival and rode the horse and carriage rides that she had her heart set on. To make it even better, the weather was a balmy 65 degrees!
Today.... Work was crazy, as usual. Being out for a day before a holiday in never a good idea. We're celebrating Thanksgiving tomorrow with a feast. I usually dress up like an Indian and the kids wear Pilgrim hats that we make. It's fun. But a lot of work! Lot of catching up to do.... You know, painting hands to look like turkeys, making placemats, and all that good stuff.
Sweetpea's blood sugars are doing ok today. I thought we were in the clear... Until...
I have a flat tire. A NON FIXABLE flat tire. CRAP ON A STICK!
So there I was at school, waiting on AAA.
And Sweetpea was crashing, of course.
A very nice man came to the rescue and put on my spare. I drove over to the mechanic and he's going to have a tire for me tomorrow. Great.
Then we go to dinner. I decide, "Let's go somewhere special! Just the two of us." So we went to PF Changs. A place I LOVE and J hates. Sweetpea hated it, too. She loved the chopsticks but thought the food was "gross". Great.
So we stop and pick up something else for her on the way home. Because we have no food in the house since we didn't have a chance to get to the store this weekend. And I decided to stop and get a yummy Apple Cider from Starbucks.
The whole way home I was eagerly awaiting sitting down on the couch with Sweetpea, watching a Christmas movie, in front of the tree, with my yummy drink.
My cup had a hole in it.
It filled up the cup holder in the car and dripped all over my kitchen floor. Great.
Then, after cleaning that up, I realize that I still have to do the trash. Great.
Then the dishwasher needs emptied. Great.
Then I have to clean the floor because it was all sticky. Great.
Then the kitten is walking along the banister again - the one that overlooks the family room from the second floor. The one he's fallen off of once already. Great.
Then I have to fill a cartridge and prep her site. And Sweetpea doesn't think I can do it without J. Great.
And she won't sleep with the big Mr. Funky Elf of a Shelf that I got her because of "it's eyes. It's lookin' at me and I don't like it. Get it out of my bed." Great!
You know, I wondered if I'd have enough material to blog every day during November. I shouldn't have worried. This month has been INSANE. We've had MORE than our share of crazy stuff this month. If this is what happens when I sign up for NaBloPoMo - Forget it! I'm out!
Are you laughing yet? Cuz I am!
Maybe it's a bit maniacal laughter. A bit on the loony side. But I'm laughing!
I mean seriously..... a HOLE in my CUP?!? You gotta be kidding me!
What choice do I have, really? Laugh or cry. I choose laugh!
I know that this is just a phase. I know that this, too, will pass.
It's like the surf. Waves. Sometimes the tide is out and life is good. You happily float along on your innertube and soak up the sun. You listen to the birds. You watch the clouds float across the sky. You smell the salt water.
But sometimes, the tide comes in. And it ruins your sand castle. And it keeps hitting you over and over again and knocking you down. Messing up your plans. Making it hard to play or laugh or do anything else but think about, worry about it.
BUT... I've been living this life - this D life - long enough now to know... the tide will go out again. And until it does, all I can do is keep getting back up. And keep laughing. No matter what rolls my way!
(This awesome analogy is not my own. I read this analogy on Wendy's blog, Candy Hearts. In fact, she's reposting her Waves post on Tuesday. Click on over and check her out! She rocks!)