Mellow Yellow

As I write this I am pretty exhausted. Partly from staying up so late last night. Partly from today's activities. Among other things, we had a weiner roast in our backyard. We had a nice time- the 3 of us always enjoy a good bonfire, even though the wind was slightly cool. The sun was shining and spring is definately in the air.
Last weekend I had started painting our kitchen yellow. I managed to get about 3/4 of it finished and decided to save the rest of it for this weekend. Sunday evening after our nice weiner roast I had gotten things ready, but not started painting. So I end my weekend elbow deep in paint. As I write I am waiting for the paint to dry so that I can do the final coat/touch and put everything away (another late night it is!). As much as I dislike painting, I will love it when it is finished. It has already brightened our place up so much, which I think was needed.
Another thing that happened today is late afternoon my husband wanted to check Ezekiel's blood sugar because he had been running around the yard and he wanted to make sure he wasn't going low. That was fine, but Ezekiel made his dad promise that no matter how high his sugar was he would not freak out (as he has been known to do when high blood sugars show up) or even say anything. I thought this was strange since we were checking to make sure he wasn't low and we had no reason to suspect he would be high. And Ezekiel does not feel his highs. But sure enough the meter read 16. Double checked and 16 again. Shawn went outside to avoid saying anything.
Then the truth came out. It turns out Ezekiel knew he would be high because after church when there were Timbits on the back table, he had a few more than the 2 I bolused him for. He claims 10 more, but being only 6 and not likely actaully counting them I will never know. I was pretty surprised by this as we are pretty free with what he eats for this very reason. He knew I would have just bolused him (given him insulin through his pump) for said Timbits. Mellow. I managed to remain calm and thanked him for telling me and reminded him that if he just tells me what he is eating we can give him insulin and avoid the high blood sugar. But I remained calm. And Shawn did too. I am sure this won't be the last time we deal with this but for me the 16 is easier to take when I can know the cause. Unlike the 15 we had at bedtime (still the Timbits? Is he getting sick? Did we miss something he ate? Could his new site be not working? If it is his site would he not be higher? Are his socks on the wrong feet? Mellow...).
Yellow. What's this I hear? I believe it is the sound of paint drying. Paint that is drying and waiting for it's final coat. So to finish painting and hopefully get to some good sleeping. Not that diabetes allows for many good sleeps, but here's hoping!