I’m writing this on a holiday Monday night. It feels like a Sunday. I am not ready for the work and school week to begin.
If I can just get through Tuesday. The rest of the week will seem tame compared to Tuesday.
Before I go to bed I need to:
- E-mail the teacher about change in lunchtime insulin correction to assure her that my daughter’s afternoon lows might be a result of too much insulin at lunch.
- Print out new instructions for the nurse with the new correction.
- Print out new info slips to go into the lunchbox (I have a form that goes into the lunchbox each day. I write out what I packed for lunch and the number of carbs. The teacher records the blood glucose level before lunch. The nurse writes down all the insulin-related numbers.)
- Make a sign for morning photos (explanation in a second).
- Get myself presentable for the day (hopefully a long, hot, uninterrupted shower).
- Pack daughter’s lunch (counting, weighing, measuring, and filling out slip).
- Scrounge up $1.40 milk money and fill out the envelope (I never have any cash, I’ll have to search for change).
- Feed both kids breakfast (give injection). Dress them. Wash faces, brush hair, brush teeth.
- Drop off daughter at school.
- Rush back home to take photos of son with a sign announcing that it’s his very first day of preschool (yearly tradition to take photos of kid standing in doorway holding sign).
- Hand him over to grandma to take him to school (and feel guilty while driving to work that I didn’t take him to preschool for his first day).
- Put in six (barely because the photo detour will make me late) hours of work. Maybe eat a decent lunch (maybe eat whatever is stashed in my desk drawer or maybe order delivery).
- Pick up daughter from school.
- Bake an apple pie (don’t be impressed-my daughter wanted to bake from scratch but I got one from the freezer section).
- Stand with keys in hand hoping husband gets home from the dentist before I have to take daughter to dance. Trust me, it’s difficult to keep a two-year-old occupied at the dance studio.
- Take daughter to first dance class of the fall session. (Oh crap, just realized we haven’t filled out forms or written check.)
- Feed daughter something quick after dance.
- Meet husband and son at park for back-to-school picnic with apple pie in hand.
I’m exhausted just thinking about it.