Mom Wants A Diabetes Cure

Thursday, June 28, 2007

On Vacation

I'm bringing Jacob to his very first non-relative-non-close-friend birthday party on Saturday.

I have to admit that it will be an absolute pleasure to attend a party where I don't inwardly cringe at the kind of food being displayed, calculating the carbs in every mouthful of food, having my nose in a Calorie King book madly looking up food and cursing when I don't find exactly what is being served, cursing when I miscalculate and have to start over again, cutting back the basal rate to prevent a low from all the running around the kids do....I'm sure I'm leaving much more out of the scenario.

Oh yes, it'll be a pleasure to be able to mentally check out and just let Jacob do his thang without worrying about me being a pancreas for the time being.

And then of course I'll feel guilty because Brendon doesn't have a choice to check out like I do, so maybe I shouldn't enjoy the respite.

But of course, it's silly of me to feel guilty. Yeah, it's really silly. I'll just keep telling myself that and maybe I'll be convinced it's true. Oh go away mother's guilt.


  • In Europe carb count info is totally non-existant for restaurant foods. I am always so amazed how often things are so much more advanced there in the US compared to "old Europe"! Oh well, I still love the cultural diversity of Europe. You take the good with the bad.

    By Blogger Chrissie in Belgium, at 6/29/2007 1:42 PM  

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