Still in Bahamas. On beach get email from Dream Nurse: Bubs morning blood sugar = 359, know Bigfoot away, please tell husband or babysitter negative ketones. Heart sink. Decide this: NEVER go away again.
Then decide this: leave MORE often, force situation—even if bad result initially, better in long run Bubs have two parent excellent Dream Nurse communication. Bigfoot not want cement status Sole Emergency Contact. Then realize Dream Nurse out of life after 3rd grade.
Big, hairy, pina colada-breath sigh. (Sorry no tilde.) Home tomorrow midnight, peek in at Bubs/probably injure foot on Lego, kiss Jack/cry because so large + old, track sand into bed/try remember how pack special school lunch + deal with children before drink tea/put hand over passenger dog eyes while drive past golden retriever/Barrington Shaw’s/under-ripe Bosc pear/clean up after self/icy rye + too many cashew, no fruity drink/million other thing twirl in head, not many favorable.
Today work morning, then beach/sunburn knees. Read Martha Stewart Living March 2012–worst theme: garden issue. Alpha seagull snatch BBQ potato chip out of Bigfoot hand. Giant black beak. Not so heaven here–nightmare. Also terrify go home. Just like Pema Chodron Wisdom of No Escape but subtract wisdom aspect.