You know that kid at the grocery store, face in a bag of junk food disguised as breakfast? He comes up for air smeared in powdered sugar crumbs. He could really use a napkin, along with a lesson on not eating like a pig in public. You’ve maybe snickered.
Have you seen him?
No? Then you weren’t at the store with us this weekend.
I try to never take all 3 kids to the grocery store. Up until last week, I never had. But my mom wasn’t feeling well, and I couldn’t wait another day. I was out of ice cream, it was a dire emergency.
Not only that, but we were also thrown off schedule. The only window of opportunity to make it to the store was when we normally start lunch. I try to have a routine in place so Jedi’s blood sugar doesn’t fluctuate anymore than it already does. I still thought we would have made it back with plenty of time before his morning dose of insulin really kicked in, however.
I thought wrong.
Towards the end of our trip, his mood shifted. Then, “I think I need a test”. Meaning his blood sugar test, which is how he tells me he’s low. Of course I came unprepared, so I grabbed the first thing I saw off the store shelves with enough quick carbs, stuffing his mouth full in front of an unwitting audience with giant, sloppy bites. Nothing discreet about it, it was as if a powdered donut exploded in aisle 9. Like I need to give people a legitimate reason to look at me in disapproval.