So last night, Matthew does the unthinkable: he asks if we can have pizza. FOR. DINNER.
Let me start by saying that for the most part, we rock pizza. Sure it is 2 shots: one up front to get the insulin going, followed by a second shot a couple hours later to cover the fat spike, but we've never had a big problem. AT LUNCH.
Dinner is a totally different ballgame. (And I'm not athletic!)
But we decide to go for it. Yesterday had been crazy. Kevin is off this week, but he'd been out all day. Painters were at the house all day finishing up some repair work. They didn't finish until 6pm and the house reeked! Getting out for dinner sounded great.
Could I say yes? Could I be the "Fun Mom" who would actually let her son have pizza for dinner?
My brain was racing......Well....we haven't had too many highs....I'll just check and correct....prevent that spike.....
STUPID. STUPID. STUPID.
Here's the proof.
6pm: 185 (Hmm....higher than usual. I correct and give 70% of insulin for pizza up front)
Eats pizza. Typical amount.
7:30pm: Quick walk around the neighborhood to look at Christmas lights. Me thinking: this will be great for his sugar!
8:15ish: 85 (on the low side, yes, but I know spike is coming....What a smart mommy I am!)
9pm: 185 (I give remainder of insulin for pizza. I'm just so on top of this!)
10:30pm 304 (I'm so NOT on top of this. I correct.)
2am: 322 (I hate pizza. Again, I correct. I also wake him up and have him drink some water.)
4am: 218 (Whew...)
6am: 134 (Not bad.)
Pizza for dinner. STUPID.