The other day after school I had the boys test their sugars and report back...well more like yell back, what their numbers were.
L- Wouldn't tell me. He just did his march to the low cupboard all the while maintaining intense eye contact with me...it's a wonder he doesn't run into a wall. So I knew he was low.
B- Came in and sat by me on the couch. "I'm 42."
Me: "YOU'RE 42!!!!" Grabbing my heart...
B- "No, ONE 42. 1-4-2"
Me: "Geez B, no mumbling when you tell me your number. I'm having heart palpitations."
J walks in with his 13 year old smirk. "I'm 489."
Before I can ask what the what, he giggles like a 2 year old.
J: "I'm just messin with you! I'm 129."
Is it a wonder I'm not in a mental institution?
I'd like to say this was an isolated incident, but the fun presses on!
B has mumbled half numbers to me THREE times since then, and L has continues to remain silent, reveling in his independence.
J...J isn't any better. He continues to joke/tease/LIE just to get some sort of reaction out of me.
"Why J? Why? Do you have no idea the pain you are causing me? My brain is swelly enough as it is!"
"If I told you the real number right away, you would be all, 'Whatever, ok.' But when I tell you an off number, and then SURPRISE you with a good one...then you are so relieved you practically want to have a party."
Teenagers. He's thirteen and he already has the screwed up logic of a sixteen year old. As sick as his logic is though, it's probably true. Regardless, I feel like Fred Sanford lately, constantly clutching my heart...."This is the big one! Elizabeth! Elizabeth! I'm coming home to you!"
"Elizabeth, I'm coming to join honey!!"
ReplyDeleteYes, we pwds love to mess with our parental units!
After all, laughter is good for diabetes - Dr. Richard Rubin said so!!!
HUGS ;)
God bless you and my friend Courtney who also has three T1's. It's a fulltime job keeping up with one with T1. I can't imagine two more to keep track of. The numbers, the carbs, the planning, endo appointments, supplies, the list goes on. Most people have NO idea.
ReplyDeleteI love those boys :)
ReplyDelete"If I told you the real number right away, you would be all, 'Whatever, ok.' But when I tell you an off number, and then SURPRISE you with a good one...then you are so relieved you practically want to have a party."
ReplyDeleteWise . . . very, very wise ;)
Thank you for cracking me up over here, Meri. I need that mental picture of Sanford . . . then you backed it up with a clip! Genious.
You have seriously wonderful boys!!!
ReplyDeleteI am in love with your boys. Never mind that I have never met them...
ReplyDeleteI'm with you honey...I hate it when I am trying to do their D-math with them and they start giving out random numbers. Funny little turds they are. It's like they can see the smoke coming out of our ears from our brains being in overdrive.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the much needed laughs! I'm glad my T1 daughter hasn't found the humor in messing with me yet!! God help me when she does!
ReplyDeleteLove the Sanford reference, too. Great blast from the past!
Love this post and your boys!
ReplyDeleteYou're never bored, huh? : )
lol! oh those boys of yours! sounds like some small rebellion on their part.
ReplyDeleteyou're a saint, meri! :)
Oh, Meri! I'm with all the others...I love your boys! You are one fantastically lucky woman to have the four that you do! Even if they do shorten your lifespan every time you discuss d-numbers with them...
ReplyDeleteI went through that phase in my teens! My Mom would try to peer over my shoulder to see the number on the screen of the meter and I would hide it from her! I would always tell her after a little while, but I loved getting to be in control!
ReplyDeleteEven though it caused you minor heartache, this still put a smile on my face! Thanks for sharing your story.
ReplyDeleteHA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteLove those boys :)
(and their Mama!)
Clever boys...they are just too funny! Guess they just want to try and keep you on your toes...as if you aren't already, lol! Definitely gotta show this one to my hubby when he gets home...he's gonna love it!
ReplyDeleteHA!!! They are CRUEL!!! I can just see "L" sauntering though. To be honest, it makes me smirk...too cute your descriptions of him.
ReplyDeleteI have a feeling you'll be clutching quite a bit friend.
another reason to appreciate the toddler/pre-school years (aside from the whining and sniveling that goes on). your boys are funny!
ReplyDeleteDon't even get me started. . . I am so breathing your air.
ReplyDeleteThey crack me up! I'm sorry it's hurting your brain... But it IS kinda funny!!
ReplyDeleteFantastic children you have! Loved this post. Humour will prevail, always.
ReplyDeleteI love that each one has his own way of getting to you. :) This was fun to read! :)
ReplyDeleteAll three of those boys have a good sense of humour. Love it! Prevents you from feeling blue, many a day, I'll bet.
ReplyDeleteThey are hilarious, and maybe..deserve a party? Those are good numbers! : ) heehee
ReplyDeleteGet ahold of your heart, I have a feeling there are more tricks than treats ahead! : ) HOlly