Last day of summer
Wow. It's finally here. The last day of summer. On the one hand, it feels like it's been such a long summer. After all, I hardly did any writing and even just week away from that feels like forever. Plus I was so busy running around all over creation with T and keeping him entertained and trying (and failing for the most part) to keep on top of things that it wore me out. But on the other hand, because we were so busy it's almost a shock to realize T starts his first day of kindergarten tomorrow.
So how did we spend the last few days of summer vacation?
Monday: Slept in until 9 because I stupidly stayed up until 1:30 the night before. An hour after getting up, Chriss left to help a family from church move into their new apartment. I made German pancakes for breakfast because I had a sudden craving for them. Then, after cleaning up the dishes that had been sitting in my sink since Saturday night, I used up the last of my fresh peaches and made a cobbler. I had expected Chriss to be home by the time the cobbler came out of the oven, but it was not to be. While there was a lot of help for the first hour or two of the move, most people, for some very odd reason, wanted to go home and spend the rest of the holiday with their families (I know, I can hardly believe it myself *g*) but there was still a lot to be done. And Chriss, being the one in charge of organizing the move, felt it was his responsibility to stay until the end. No big deal, I suppose, except we'd made plans to have a BBQ with some friends and since we all wanted to get our kids to bed early to get them used to the school-year bedtimes, we wanted to have the meat already cooking by 5. Chriss didn't even finish up with the move until 4:30 and he still had to go to the store to get everything. That and T needed to eat by a certain time because of his diabetes. Dinner ended up being later than desired, but it was still really good and we had a great time with our friends.
Tuesday: T and I went grocery shopping in the morning. Normally not a noteworthy occasion except for the fact that his blood sugar dropped right in the middle of Walmart. I was only half done with the shopping. T was riding on the cart--feet on the bottom, hands on the handle, and leaning against my chest--and was just fine one minute. The next, he was flopping against me and screaming and crying incoherently. Luckily there was a bench nearby so I parked the cart next it, sat T down, opened his blue bag and got his meter out. But getting the meter ready to test him was no easy task because I also had to keep him seated on the bench and keep him from pushing the cart out in the middle of the aisle. He was still screaming and crying, his arms were flailing, he was kicking, slapping his arms and legs and screaming about being itchy, and kept slumping forward. Despite all that, I did manage to test him. He was 55. So I gave him one of the little juice boxes we keep in his bag for such a time. He downed it like a person dying of thirst. The crying kept up for another minute or two. I put my arm around him and leaned him against my side, trying to talk soothingly to him while ignoring all the stares (which were legion). Next thing I know, he's asleep. I nudge him awake and the crying starts again for a minute before he passes out again. Repeat three more times. We sat there on the bench for almost 20 minutes, waiting for the juice to kick in. When it did, it was an instant change. He jumped to his feet, looked at me, and said, "What are we sitting here for, Mommy? Let's go!"
I quickly finished the shopping but by the time we got in the car, he was fussing again. So I drove to KFC, parked long enough to test him (59), then pulled in the drive-thru and got him a popcorn chicken which he ate in the car on the way home. We were supposed to spend the afternoon at the park with some friends, but due to his 2 lows and the fact that it was warm out, I knew that it'd only take a little bit of running around before he dropped again. So we spent a quiet afternoon at home. I actually ended up unintentionally falling asleep on the couch while T played with his toys and watched Noggin. I didn't even realize it until the phone startled me awake.
Today: Today was a good diabetes day. YAY! And, since it was the last day of summer vacation, I wanted T to have a special day. He had some allowance saved up so we went to Toys R Us and he got to pick out a toy. He chose a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles playset. (Is now where I admit that when I was a kid, I loved this cartoon? Michaelangelo was my favorite). Then we met some friends at Chuck E Cheese for lunch. T first rode on all the rides then wanted to play in the tunnels/slide thing like they have at McDonald's. While he did that, I played the fishing game (since it was in a spot where I could still see him) and skeeball to finish up his tokens and won him 143 tickets. He chose a checkers game with it so when we got home I taught him how to play.
He's so excited about school tomorrow. All day long he asked non-stop questions about it, most of which I couldn't answer seeing how I don't know what kindergarten is like at his school. I'm excited for him to go back too, even though I'm not looking forward to getting up early again, but at the same time, I'm starting to get that, "My baby's in kindergarten!" (spoken with a wail) feeling. Tomorrow should be interesting.
So how did we spend the last few days of summer vacation?
Monday: Slept in until 9 because I stupidly stayed up until 1:30 the night before. An hour after getting up, Chriss left to help a family from church move into their new apartment. I made German pancakes for breakfast because I had a sudden craving for them. Then, after cleaning up the dishes that had been sitting in my sink since Saturday night, I used up the last of my fresh peaches and made a cobbler. I had expected Chriss to be home by the time the cobbler came out of the oven, but it was not to be. While there was a lot of help for the first hour or two of the move, most people, for some very odd reason, wanted to go home and spend the rest of the holiday with their families (I know, I can hardly believe it myself *g*) but there was still a lot to be done. And Chriss, being the one in charge of organizing the move, felt it was his responsibility to stay until the end. No big deal, I suppose, except we'd made plans to have a BBQ with some friends and since we all wanted to get our kids to bed early to get them used to the school-year bedtimes, we wanted to have the meat already cooking by 5. Chriss didn't even finish up with the move until 4:30 and he still had to go to the store to get everything. That and T needed to eat by a certain time because of his diabetes. Dinner ended up being later than desired, but it was still really good and we had a great time with our friends.
Tuesday: T and I went grocery shopping in the morning. Normally not a noteworthy occasion except for the fact that his blood sugar dropped right in the middle of Walmart. I was only half done with the shopping. T was riding on the cart--feet on the bottom, hands on the handle, and leaning against my chest--and was just fine one minute. The next, he was flopping against me and screaming and crying incoherently. Luckily there was a bench nearby so I parked the cart next it, sat T down, opened his blue bag and got his meter out. But getting the meter ready to test him was no easy task because I also had to keep him seated on the bench and keep him from pushing the cart out in the middle of the aisle. He was still screaming and crying, his arms were flailing, he was kicking, slapping his arms and legs and screaming about being itchy, and kept slumping forward. Despite all that, I did manage to test him. He was 55. So I gave him one of the little juice boxes we keep in his bag for such a time. He downed it like a person dying of thirst. The crying kept up for another minute or two. I put my arm around him and leaned him against my side, trying to talk soothingly to him while ignoring all the stares (which were legion). Next thing I know, he's asleep. I nudge him awake and the crying starts again for a minute before he passes out again. Repeat three more times. We sat there on the bench for almost 20 minutes, waiting for the juice to kick in. When it did, it was an instant change. He jumped to his feet, looked at me, and said, "What are we sitting here for, Mommy? Let's go!"
I quickly finished the shopping but by the time we got in the car, he was fussing again. So I drove to KFC, parked long enough to test him (59), then pulled in the drive-thru and got him a popcorn chicken which he ate in the car on the way home. We were supposed to spend the afternoon at the park with some friends, but due to his 2 lows and the fact that it was warm out, I knew that it'd only take a little bit of running around before he dropped again. So we spent a quiet afternoon at home. I actually ended up unintentionally falling asleep on the couch while T played with his toys and watched Noggin. I didn't even realize it until the phone startled me awake.
Today: Today was a good diabetes day. YAY! And, since it was the last day of summer vacation, I wanted T to have a special day. He had some allowance saved up so we went to Toys R Us and he got to pick out a toy. He chose a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles playset. (Is now where I admit that when I was a kid, I loved this cartoon? Michaelangelo was my favorite). Then we met some friends at Chuck E Cheese for lunch. T first rode on all the rides then wanted to play in the tunnels/slide thing like they have at McDonald's. While he did that, I played the fishing game (since it was in a spot where I could still see him) and skeeball to finish up his tokens and won him 143 tickets. He chose a checkers game with it so when we got home I taught him how to play.
He's so excited about school tomorrow. All day long he asked non-stop questions about it, most of which I couldn't answer seeing how I don't know what kindergarten is like at his school. I'm excited for him to go back too, even though I'm not looking forward to getting up early again, but at the same time, I'm starting to get that, "My baby's in kindergarten!" (spoken with a wail) feeling. Tomorrow should be interesting.