Early Bird gets the Low.

:::Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!:::

The dang alarm goes off, Telling Kenny it's time for him to get in the shower and get ready for work.

He rolls out of bed, hops in the shower. I try and roll out of bed to get his work clothes out of the dryer for him after staying up late to make sure he even had anything to wear this morning.

::Gosh Dang-It::

My wonderful 43" pump tubing, courtesy of CVS, is wrapped completely around my body a couple times, having fallen out of my pocket in the night.

After getting untangled and out of bed I open the washer "Where are Kenny's Clothes? I know I washed them last night. ...Oh yeah, they are in the dryer." Get them out of the dryer, take those darn clothes in to him and head to the kitchen to start breakfast and his lunch.

I stood there opening and closing cabinets. "What the heck is wrong with me? Why do I feel like crap? Weak and Shaky?"

OH.

I must be low. Sure enough, 58mg/dl rang up on the meter.

I'm not usually this out of it when I'm low. That's not even a bad low, so I have to wonder if I was low much before that. A little alarming, I always wake up when I'm low in the middle of the night and I've always been proud of that.

This is the 2nd morning in a row this has happened. Yesterday I didn't realize it until I tried to get Rylee out of her crib and I could barely lift her and get her into the bathtub so I could shove some sugar down my throat. This morning she was already awake but obviously I was in no good condition to go get her out of bed. I pretended not to hear her (bad Mom!) and let Kenny get her after he was out of the shower and I was not low anymore.

Diabetes Frustrations. Off to play with my Daughter and enjoy being back to sanity!