Last night I woke up later than I should to test my son. I cursed at myself as I stumbled in his room and was grateful to hear the soft sound of snoring coming from his bed. The test showed that he was high. Did he change his site like I asked him? I checked the history and yes he finally had. While I was up I checked his meter history. The meter I was using had my tests only. Hmmm...I found a second meter. It was still seriously lacking some readings but it appeared to be his meter of choice for the weekend.
I silently fumed. He had missed more tests than he had done. I had specifically told him at points during the day to test and nothing was done! I knew he ate a bowl of popcorn at around 10pm and no test before. I once again felt a kinship to those animals that ate their young. They had it right I was certain!
I headed back to bed trying to put my frustrations out of my mind so that I could fall back to sleep. It took a bit of work. This weekend we had been focusing on school not diabetes. I had believed my son when he told me he was studying. I trusted him when he swore he knew the concepts for the upcoming exams. I had allowed him to read his novel at his own pace not realizing that there was a book report that would soon be due.
Freedom was short lived as my son came home with low marks and a novel with three chapters read that was to be finished and have a book report completed on it in less than five days time. I was so not impressed but tried to appease myself with the fact that he hadn't lied about the horrible marks. With a math test looming and a book report that had to be completed in short order, his weekend plans of Xbox and Beverley Hillbillies was derailed by his mother. It was time for him to be put back on a short leash. Homework first, play when Mom says its okay.
All of this now played on my mind. I had been harping about school work, now I would complain about diabetes care. Do I ever stop? I must be sounding like Charlie Brown's teacher by now. There is no way he will pay attention to anything I say. How will I get it to sink in? Yes, eating my children when they were young could have saved me these problems.
I finally wound down and went to sleep. The next morning I calmly discussed the issue of testing with my son. Will he change? Did he hear me? Will he pay more attention to testing? Will I harp on his a little less? Probably not to most or all of the above. I will try not to nag but will continue to remind him and provide consequences for his actions--or lack of them. Oh the joys of parenting!