Do you remember the book Wacky Wednesday by Dr. Seuss? It was my favorite when I was a kid.
It starts out with a boy finding a shoe on his wall. The book goes on to show all the wacky things he saw that day, all the while asking you to search for the things that are wrong in the picture.
It was/is a brilliant book.
This morning when my boys woke up with Halloween excitement hangovers, I couldn't help but look back at our Halloween and see ever so clearly how wacky our Wednesday really was.
To start off, B's best friend asked him to go trick or treating with their family. Handling T1 on Halloween is tricky for a professional pancreas like myself. To a layman pancreas, it's altogether complicated. That didn't stop B's friend's mother from offering. She was all, "I have your number, he'll call when he eats, we'll check. It'll all be good." And I was all, "((Blank stare.))"
I know. Bizarro world, right?
Then after school my senior called and said he was going to hang with his friends and play video games all day.
Halloween with only two kids? I can't make this stuff up.
I had Ryan's parents over, and his sister...my parents, my sister, her friend, and her kids. We were a full house and the chaos was a good mask for the rainey day outside.
Then my sister and her friend took all the kids trick or treating. All. The. Kids. In the rain. I got to stay home with my feet up and eat apple pie a la mode.
B called with a 102 before he left to trick or treat, which led to me saying "Eat 2 pieces of candy right away young man!"
When he got back he was 69. He got to eat more candy, and I got to not worry about it.
When L got back from his treating, because let's face it, there are no tricks when you're 8...he was 319. Not surprising, excitement effects him that way. But here is the really wackiest thing of all:
L looked at his number and said, "I don't really want any candy anyway. I just want to trade." He sat for the next hour trading candy with his cousins and was happy as could be. When I told him to have a piece, he was very thankful.
Where was my candy obsessed 8 year old boy, and what has Halloween done to him???
The boys went to bed 105, 114 and 179.
And then an hour later they were all low.
I half expected to find a shoe on my wall the minute I walked into my bedroom to sleep.
Instead there was a picture of Ryan, smiling proudly that we conquered another day.
You are welcome in my home, any time.
(BTW: November is Diabetes Awareness Month! Usually I blog every day in the month of November, but I have decided my swelly brain can't make that commitment this year. I will be helping organize the World Diabetes Day Postcard Exchange, though. Click HERE to find out more about it!)