Somehow Bigfoot/Bigfoot Spouse get idea allow boys choose meals/activities for last day before camp. As any other D-parent already realize food part this system unwise.
Activities: race cars, ping pong, Minecraft, Trackball, video arcade.
Vittles: eggplant grinder (w. Diet Coke<—health tonic), Thai (includes scallion pancake, coconut rice…), Orange Leaf (self-serve troughs froyo), Trader Joe’s cinnamon buns from can. (Currently pray for Toaster Strudel effect.)
Up all night tenacious high BG. Pull out all stops: syringe, change site, new insulin, Nurse Jackie Season 3 (Nurse Thor mention Cryabetes!) (Also mention sometimes not sweat because diabetes problems. Interesting!), The Killing Season 3 Episode 1. So tired. So tired! Eyes probably look all spiral-y like insane cartoon character hit on head w. hammer eyes.
Plan for today: try sleep (now), figure out dog walker/babysitter, pack last few items (stuffed animal, book, glucometer…), drop Bubs @diabetes camp, drop Jack @sailing camp (yes! coincidentally same week!), change outfits (in car? in sailing camp restroom?) drive 2 hours to Bigfoot much younger cousin engagement party; MYC marry Dr. Oz’s niece, maybe Dr. Oz at party? Maybe overtired Bigfoot attempt engage Dr. Oz nonsensical diabetes chitchat. Maybe fall face first into whisky soda fountain or not notice dressed tucked into underpants. Difficult stop catastrophizing when out-of-mind tired.
Wish instead of give boys free reign lovingly permit maybe one special food & use phrase like We want to make sure you are well-nourished before we send you off to camp where you will subsist on s’mores and Crystal Light. Try remember for next time.
Meanwhile, throughout BG spike/trough rollercoaster Bubs merry, recall camp memories of boys vs. girls Cops & Robbers game, happy times pretend bunks battleships & stuffed animals grenades.
Bye! Have fun at camp! Sorry I ruined your insides!