Sleeplessness

The carnival was great. I took pictures, but haven't pulled them off the phone yet. I escorted Penny to the bouncies and the petting zoo while Matt sat in the shade and watched Alex play with pine cones.

The petting zoo was adorable; Penny got to pet a chicken, a goat, a sheep, a donkey, a pony, a rabbit, and some ducklings. All the animals were tiny -- the biggest of them (the donkey and the pony) only came up to my hip. Penny loved it, though, and spent a lot of time cooing, "Awwww! So cute!"

After that, we headed into the gym to see what games they had, but once we were there, Penny didn't want to play the games -- she just wanted to run around the gym. It was too hot to argue the matter much, so I sat down by one wall and watched Alex watching the juggling demonstration on one side and a karate demonstration on the other while Matt played with Penny.

He took her to the cafeteria to see if she wanted to do crafts, but she was only interested in the snack table, right up until about half an hour before they were ready to shut everything down, naturally. She planted some flowers and made a card for me for Mother's Day (I haven't seen it yet; I was told to not look and then she and Matt hid it when we got home) while Alex ran around and giggled.

Of the 20 tickets we'd bought, we only ended up using four of them (I got some fruit and a juice box for Alex from the snack counter) -- but that's okay; the point was to help sponsor the PTA anyway, really. And the kids had fun. We even arrived and left all together -- Alex was in fine spirits the whole time (though ready for a nap by the time we got home).

That evening, Matt went to his monthly D&D game, so I packed the kids up and took them out to eat by myself. I was a little hesitant about it at first, but it worked out great. We went to La Tolteca, and both kids were really great. Penny wanted to sit next to me in the booth at first, but relented to sit across from me when she realized that was the seat that would let her see the TV. She even ate her chicken nuggets before starting on her fries entirely without my reminding her -- and then only ate a handful of the fries. Alex ate an entire cheese quesadilla, and was happy and flirty for the entire meal. All in all, a success!

I lowballed Penny's insulin a little for dinner, thinking that her active afternoon would still be dragging her sugars down a bit. But when I checked her at 10, she was over 300, and I had to give her another shot. I sent Matt a text message, asking him to check her again when he got home from his game. Myself, I stayed up until 11:30 or midnight playing WoW and then reading.

Matt got home at 2, and Penny'd come down some, but was still over 250. He decided not to give her another shot, because a day or so previous, she'd dropped by more than 100 overnight. I concurred (I'd woken up when he came to bed) but the fact that the 10:00 shot had done almost no good at all prodded the Mutant Worrybrain into high gear. (My coworker's wife who died a few weeks ago went from 150 to 550 in the space of eight hours, was in ICU before another eight hours had passed, and died two weeks later. Nothing short of a cure is going to pry that out of the Worrybrain's stockpile of ammunition.) I gave up and checked her again at 3 -- 240, which at least meant she was holding more or less stable, and not going up again. I think I finally got back to sleep around 4 or 4:30.

So naturally, Alex woke up at 6 instead of sleeping in until 6:30. Sigh. As I said on twitter: I could tour Europe with the bags under my eyes.

And once I'd administered a correction for her still steady-around-250 morning sugars, Penny's sugars stayed neatly below 150 for the whole day, so I have no idea why she was so high Saturday night. Maybe she ate more of those french fries than I thought.