Yesterday was quite interesting. I worked as a lunch monitor at a local school. Upon arriving everything seemed fairly normal. The children arrived from library and got out their lunches. I was told that some students would be coming in to assist soon and was told my basic duties. The teacher left and I was left with a class full of five year olds. I had no idea what their names were so I tried to introduce myself to as many as possible, in between opening containers, and telling a little girl to stop drinking continuously from the water fountain as she was getting so wet she was near drowning. Then I realized I had no idea how many children were in the room and started counting. Sixteen kids in all!
Well, no one ended up showing up to assist me. The children were done eating within five minutes and mass chaos ensued. They were sward fighting with cardboard tubes, throwing balls and wrestling each other. one of the little girls was a head wager with attitude and I was about to have a panic attack all within fifteen minutes of my arrival. I managed to get the children seated on the carpet for a story which took about five minutes to get them to stop talking and pay attention and three minutes into the story the bell rang for recess. Of course there was one little boy who didn't want to put his coat on so all the other children were standing in line pushing and shoving each other. I finally managed to get both arms in his sweater and get out side. Recess was mass chaos as well with children fighting over balls and arguments needing to be brocken up. And oddly there was a Carny in the parking lot emptying his van. I don't get that one.
After this hair raising event I went back to my other job to learn the joys of STI's. I think that's a safer place to be to be honest. If a teenager does something stupid everyone blames the teenager. If a child does something stupid it's always the fault of the adult in charge.
I definitely have a new found respect for teachers.
Sally
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Type 1 diabetes sucks
Hi, like I said I have two little girls that have type I diabetes. I know unless you have children of your own that have it or a close friend that has a child who has it, it probably means very little to you.
This is what a day in the life of a diabetic child looks like. When you wake up in the morning the first thing you wake up to is a basil shot in the butt, arm, leg, or stomach. The next thing you do is wash your hands and then stab any one of your ten fingers with a needle to check your blood sugars. Then you decide what you want to eat and count all the carbohydrates in the foods you will be eating and then you get to give yourself another shot just so you can eat a meal. You check your blood at around 10:30 and have a small snack so you don't fall over from low blood sugars. If your blood sugars happen to go low before snack you get the extreme shakes and you feel like your having a full blown panic attack or like your falling off a building. Try feeling that at five or six years old. You then take a drink of juice and eat something so you don't pass out. You check your blood at lunch and then get another shot at lunch. You check your blood again at afternoon snack and then again at dinner when you get another shot. That's right, my daughters have to get four shots per day and six finger pokes per day just to stay alive. No pressure though, I'm just responsible for keeping them alive. Note: Type 1 diabetes or juvenile diabetes is not caused from eating too much candy. It is an autoimmune disease that robs too many children of their childhood and can strike anyone at anytime.
Like I said Diabetes sucks
Have a good day this was food for thought.
This is what a day in the life of a diabetic child looks like. When you wake up in the morning the first thing you wake up to is a basil shot in the butt, arm, leg, or stomach. The next thing you do is wash your hands and then stab any one of your ten fingers with a needle to check your blood sugars. Then you decide what you want to eat and count all the carbohydrates in the foods you will be eating and then you get to give yourself another shot just so you can eat a meal. You check your blood at around 10:30 and have a small snack so you don't fall over from low blood sugars. If your blood sugars happen to go low before snack you get the extreme shakes and you feel like your having a full blown panic attack or like your falling off a building. Try feeling that at five or six years old. You then take a drink of juice and eat something so you don't pass out. You check your blood at lunch and then get another shot at lunch. You check your blood again at afternoon snack and then again at dinner when you get another shot. That's right, my daughters have to get four shots per day and six finger pokes per day just to stay alive. No pressure though, I'm just responsible for keeping them alive. Note: Type 1 diabetes or juvenile diabetes is not caused from eating too much candy. It is an autoimmune disease that robs too many children of their childhood and can strike anyone at anytime.
Like I said Diabetes sucks
Have a good day this was food for thought.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Feeling Slightly Overwhelmed
To start my story I would have to go back about 1000 years. I'm not really that old but some days I feel that way. My story began when I was about 16. I met this really hot skate boarder dude from New Your state and it was pretty hot from the get go. Of course we were thinking with other things than our heads and all too soon I was two weeks late!!!!!!!!!!!! We were crazy enough to get married and raise our bouncing baby boy together. How ludicrous was that. Three years later I had another chubby baby boy. Zoom ahead twenty years. That twenty year old will probably be the death of me but I still love him anyway. My seventeen year old is the joy of my life and I would like to choke him on a regular basis as he would me and it's funny how you can love someone so much and still want to choke them from time to time.
Has your son ever told you after opening his bedroom door and almost falling over from the stench that he can't clean it because he has "plans" and then you threaten his life and he says, "why don't you do it, you don't have a job?" That's the kind of thing I'm talking about. The things that could turn an otherwise mentally stable person over the edge.
By the way, I did divorce my first skater dude husband who is still quite hot but is fairly useless in the fatherhood department and now lives in Guatemala. Doesn't every X-wife wish their X would go there. Quite an irony.
I did remarry some years later to a man that is often asked if anyone has ever told him he looks like Brad Pitt. His name is Harry so could you imagine if his last name was Pitt. How cruel would that be lol. He is the best and sweet. It never even occurred to him he was good looking much less Brad Pitt good looking but he does have a great butt.
We now have two girls who are beautiful and sweet some of the time. Especially when their sleeping. They both were diagnosed with type 1 diabetes within the last year just three months apart. So I'm sure you can imagine my hostility when I asked my son to clean his room and he told me I don't have a job. That's the stuff that causes a mother to go completely mad. Anti depressants are always useful in times like those.
Have a great day
Has your son ever told you after opening his bedroom door and almost falling over from the stench that he can't clean it because he has "plans" and then you threaten his life and he says, "why don't you do it, you don't have a job?" That's the kind of thing I'm talking about. The things that could turn an otherwise mentally stable person over the edge.
By the way, I did divorce my first skater dude husband who is still quite hot but is fairly useless in the fatherhood department and now lives in Guatemala. Doesn't every X-wife wish their X would go there. Quite an irony.
I did remarry some years later to a man that is often asked if anyone has ever told him he looks like Brad Pitt. His name is Harry so could you imagine if his last name was Pitt. How cruel would that be lol. He is the best and sweet. It never even occurred to him he was good looking much less Brad Pitt good looking but he does have a great butt.
We now have two girls who are beautiful and sweet some of the time. Especially when their sleeping. They both were diagnosed with type 1 diabetes within the last year just three months apart. So I'm sure you can imagine my hostility when I asked my son to clean his room and he told me I don't have a job. That's the stuff that causes a mother to go completely mad. Anti depressants are always useful in times like those.
Have a great day
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