The other day, the reasoning center of my brain took a vacation. It could have been that I wasn't quite recovered from FFL.
Or that upon our return from FFL, Fred had to go out of town. And due to that, I had to take all three littles to the grocery store to buy food, and the whole experience kinda numbed me.
Whatever the reason, I decided to take the kids for sno-cones on the way home. Elise was trending kind of low, it was hot, and I like sno-cones. PURE SUGAR FOR EVERYBODY!
Did I mention it was only an hour or so before bedtime?
I thought that surely, the carb info would be on the bottles. I could eyeball what they poured and make a pretty good educated guess. Except when I stepped up to order, neither Beavis, nor Butthead could figure out what I was talking about (I nicknamed them this for their uncanny inability to form a complete sentence, or talk without snickering).
I ended up calling a friend, who posted on our support group FB page (since I'm not on FB, I can't access). Within 5 minutes, she called me back with a bunch of responses.
I SWAG'd like a boss, and as happy as Elise was with her full-sugared, grape-flavoured "icy-pop" (as the kids dubbed them), I was even happier to see this a few hours later:
|Gave her a small, uncovered snack to get her a little higher before she fell asleep|
But the part that made my night was finding this right next to the sno-cone stand:
Finding a little "same-same" in the land of sugar and ice.
***I forgot to add the best part of the story... when I was explaining to B & B that I needed the carb information; Elise, who was standing next to me, put her hands on her hips and said, "yeah, I have type 1 diabetes and my mom needs to know the carbs so she can bolus me!" So cute!