Today I spent the day turning of the ever-constant buzzing of both my phone and my watch… again.
Normally, the buzzing lets me know if Luke is too high or too low throughout the day. Yep, even though I’m at my school and he’s at his school, I get a play-by-play of his blood sugar level every five minutes.
Yesterday, around the time Luke is normally dropped off at school by a friend, I got the dreaded “NO DATA” on my watch and phone. I texted him.
“I left my phone at Kerchers’ house. I know exactly where it is, though!” Well, that’s a plus. Last time he had no idea where it was. (Another day, another story.) I told him he would have to just finger prick more often because I
couldn’t won’t give up my valuable time for his irresponsibility. (Call me harsh.) He was reunited with Dex after school and kept good tabs on it all night.
The next morning (as in this morning)…
“Luke, are you about ready to go?” From what I noticed, he just needed socks & shoes.
“I can’t find my Dex.“
If I was a cusser, I would probably be cussing right now. I hate hearing he can’t find his Dex at anytime. But right before we’re needing to walk out the door for work/school?? Argh! We searched high and low for it- on the kitchen counters, in the fridge, on the dining room table, under couches, the ottoman, in the bathroom.
“The last time I saw it, it was in my room.“
Folks, it’s about to get real up in here. I am only sharing the picture below to help get my point across. A picture is worth a thousand words and all. Poor, sweet, informative little Dex was lost in the Abyss. The green monster. This.
Now, before you judge me as a parent, I have tried to help keep him organized. His Dex is supposed to be on his headboard for safe keeping. He looked. I looked. It wasn’t there. Because I was about to be late for work, I turned everything over, took things off the floor and put them on the bed. We looked for ten minutes. NOTHING.
“Well, Luke, it looks like another finger pricking day. And after we get home from school you will spent every minute in that room cleaning until Dex is found.”
Fast forward to 5:00 p.m. when we arrive home. He knows. He goes straight to his bedroom. He starts cleaning, searching. A half an hour goes by. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?” I hear from his bedroom. He found it. Wanna take a guess where it was?
On the shelf of his headboard. Right where it’s supposed to be.
“I don’t know if I want to laugh or be mad,” he said. Choose laugh. Always choose laugh.
P.S. Luke is currently cleaning is room, hoping to have his phone unlocked again once it’s clean.
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