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I've been reading a lot of the back-to-school posts with some feelings of smugness. Those feelings have nothing to do with the other bloggers. Rather I had gotten so comfortable with our back-to-school situation that I had left a giant ol' ass-print on it.
And now it is my turn to freak out.
It started with a letter we received in the mail from Elise's pre-school teacher, Miss A. "Wait a minute," I said to myself, "Elise doesn't have a teacher named Miss A. Her teacher is Miss T. The same teacher she had last year. Who knows all the D stuff inside and out."
I'll take a helping of denial with a huge side of crap-on-a-stick.
And now it is my turn to freak out.
It started with a letter we received in the mail from Elise's pre-school teacher, Miss A. "Wait a minute," I said to myself, "Elise doesn't have a teacher named Miss A. Her teacher is Miss T. The same teacher she had last year. Who knows all the D stuff inside and out."
I'll take a helping of denial with a huge side of crap-on-a-stick.
What had happened is that Elise's old teacher, Miss T had unexpectedly decided to not return. The whole thing happened rather quickly, and the school did not have a chance to inform us ahead of time.
About two weeks before the start of school, the new teacher came to our house to meet Elise and for a rundown on her care. She left with wide eyes, her mouth permanently drawn into a little "o", and no doubt wondering what the crap she had gotten herself into.
I blame myself for closing the show with a little number I like to call, "When glucagon is your Friend."
So here I am, with less than a week to go before school, gearing up to become a whirling dervish of angst and crazy; updating Elise's care manual, making new lanyards, stocking an emergency kit, and freaking out that I am going to hand over my baby girl into the hands of someone that has only had a 60 minute crash course on type 1 diabetes.
All that pre-letter smugness is gone. Message received, diabetes, I will try not to become complacent like that again.
Now I'm off to draft her 504 plan... grades k-7.
Nah, you're not an idiot!
ReplyDeleteOh man, D just can't ever let you off easy! I'm glad that she doing well and that her new teacher and school has stepped up and things are going great!
ReplyDeletefreaking d - its motto is 'when you least expect it'.... good to hear the teacher is going great with her care. sounds like she took it super seriously.
ReplyDeletei'm just glad it had a happy ending. :)
ReplyDeleteOf course that happened...nothing associated D ever plays by the rules ;) Glad everything is going well despite the craziness of it all. And can I just say Elise is SO adorable!!!
ReplyDeleteoye...what a whirlwind indeed. I am happy to hear all is fine, despite the tears on day one, keep saying, "it's all going to turn out fine." And it will, right? Enjoy the extra time with that baby boy of yours...wait is he a toddler yet?!
ReplyDeleteso glad that all turned out ok with the new teacher!
ReplyDeleteGlad it all worked out. And love your description of the teacher :)
ReplyDeleteLexi
Just when you think you have it all under control... :) Happy to hear that it's all worked out just fine!
ReplyDeleteYou're great, NOT an idiot!
ReplyDeleteI think we all agree that "idiot" isn't even close to what we all think. Thanks for sharing, I need to scour me draft box too, it's pretty full of unpublished crap.
ReplyDeleteYou are no idiot, you are everyone of us!!!
ReplyDeleteElise. Listen to me. It's time to acknowledge how fantastic you are. Just do it!
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