Truthfully, I think my mood stems from seeing in writing the fact that it was just a few months post-diagnosis that I was presented with the lovely challenge of single parenting. (We were interviewed at JDRF for PR stuff.)
I don’t blog about that aspect of my life, I try to keep it separate, but I am going to cross that line a little today.
Financially it’s tough. I wish I had the money to do everything I want (and everything my kids deserve) but on one income it’s tough to keep up with medical costs and private school tuition. Both of which are too important not to pay for. Thank God my kids have good imaginations and we can make our own adventures instead of having to go places.
Physically it’s tough. I know the lack of sleep and constantly pushing myself to do more is not healthy but it’s what I have to do. There are days when I lie in bed after my alarm goes off and seriously wonder if I am going to be able to get up. But I do it and I will continue to.
Socially it’s tough. I get one night a month without the kids and most of that is spent worrying that their dad won’t check blood sugars or will let alarms on the pump go off without fixing them (sadly, this happened.)
Emotionally it’s most tough. I have a great network of friends and family around me but no one is there in the middle of the night. I would love to be able to come back to bed after a 2 am check and tell someone (besides Tennyson) how the numbers were. No one in my network of people really knows what it feels like to be alone and do this.
That said, I wouldn’t change a thing. I have the best kids, the best family and friends, and the best cat (who really does seem interested when I tell him Sáin’s nighttime numbers.)
Have a wonderful Labor (or Labour if your in
(I TOOK MY iPOD OFF SHUFFLE BECAUSE IT SERIOUSLY WAS PLAYING ONLY DEPRESSING SONGS!)