Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Who Cried in the Principle's Office


It was me.

Crying in the principle's office.

Not 25 27 30 years ago.  Today.

I'm aah-really cool.

Another round of more intense tummy problems for Pink and more school anxiety.  Track started this week for Roo so more frequent night checks with longer wake times and the process of figuring out MDI for track.  An always stressed emotional teeter-totter was groaning and creaking. 

After a long night and morning I went to the school to see what they could offer for Pink.  Mrs. Principle, Mrs. Secretary and a teacher were in the outer office when I walked in.  They all turned and looked at me with those puppy dog sympathy eyes and that started the stress fracture in the teeter-totter.  Mrs. Principle whisked me into her office where she had the audacity to HUG me and all was lost.  On the emotional edge, 3 hours of sleep and someone touching me with support and that damn teeter tottered.  There was never any hope for me once she touched me.  I cried in the principle's office. 

Just one more thing I HATE about this.

Mrs. Principle was, of course, total awesomeness and came up with many options for Pink, we are working with a GI and have a call into a counselor for all three of us.  And tonight I shoved a bunch of carbs down Roo's gullet after track and before dance.  Love a plan.


  1. Hang in there, Laura. Here's some virtual hugs and supporting vibes to keep that teeter totter on even keel.

  2. oh, honey honey! So familiar! I lost it this year too, when someone at school was nice to me and I'd been up all night. I think I was making the actual "boo-hoo-hoo" sound while I cried too. I'm glad you have an awesome principal! Good luck with track. You know what I think you would tell me? -50% all night and correct the high in the morning. Or -80%. That's what I am guessing I would do once I got to the weeping with tiredness portion of track season.

    1. Yes. Roo is doing Lantus so I'm just going to have to accept she's get to go to bed high to make it through the night. I hate that. Thanks - HATE crying in public.

  3. not that this is medical advice, natch