WifeMomPancreas

Ok, so I have posted 3 entries and have discovered a few things that are nagging at me to get out.  My writing has gotten me into trouble in the past and that makes me sad and unhappy because my intention is to entertain people while releasing some stress of my own.  And we have all heard the saying, “if mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy” so I need to set some blogging ground rules (plus, I just like rules, ask my kids).

First of all, it gets really old typing “type1 diabetes” all the time, so I will abbreviate it to T1D.  Also, it has been brought to my attention that in the interest of privacy, it might be best to not put the full identity of my children on this blog.  So when I write about them I will refer to them as “Small”, “Medium” and “Large” because that’s what I call them at home since I can’t ever get their names straight.  Small is my 5 year-old, Medium is my 10 year-old and Large is my 12 year-old.

Second, I want to make sure I am not misunderstood.  I am a person who uses humor to express herself.  Sometimes people misunderstand my humor.  Let me set the record straight.  I do not think diabetes is funny, at all.  I do not take my responsibilities as a mother of a diabetic child lightly, and I don’t ever want anyone to take the flip comments I might make from time to time about diabetes, or the medical community as the law.  Sometimes I get irritated and writing is my outlet.  Let me vent.

Thirdly, I often talk about my kids in a way which some people might think I don’t even like them.  Rest assured, I love my children, but they irritate me sometimes (as does my husband, but that is another post all together)!  But I will let you in on a little secret….come closer….closer….closer, ok……I am human and I have flaws, GASP! Yeah, that’s right, I get irritated, a lot actually.  By my kids, my husband, my mother, my sisters and brother, my coworkers, the mailman, the lady in front of me in the check-out line at the grocery store who has 17 million coupons and a Zip-loc baggie full of coins, people who park so crappy in their parking spot that no one can park next to them, people who yell at their kids in public, (oh wait, I do that),  people who litter, people who try to talk to me in public restrooms (hello people, I am urinating here! This  is not Tammy’s Tea Time!  Stop talking to me while I am wiping!) oh the list goes on and on and on….but, in the words of  beloved golden girl, Sophia Petrillo, I digress.  Truth be told, I have to keep myself in check because I worry that I will come off as an annoying bragger of my brilliant, amazingly talented, gorgeous children, so I pick on them sometimes to offset the bragging.  (Smile)  But I promise you, I would step in front of a speeding bus for them, so don’t get too worked up about the way I blog about them.

Forthly, sometimes I write words or phrases that are not grammatically correct, again, this is for humor.  I promise you, I did graduate high school (college too)!

While this is mainly a blog about my life as a mother of a child with T1D (if you didn’t skip ahead to the end you know what that stands for), sometimes I will post things that have nothing to do with diabetes.  Because even though we have only been dealing with this for a short time, I can tell you I already know how important it will be to my sanity to take a break from diabetes from time to time (ha, that’s funny, because there is no break from diabetes, EVER.  That’s one of the things that sucks the most about it).  But I have 2 other kids and other interesting and funny things to talk about, so I will.

Sometimes I will talk about escaping the stresses of my life through drugs and alcohol (nothing major, just like beer and Xanax).  Again, this is for humor, I am not an alcoholic or a drug addict (not that there is anything wrong with that….)

Okay, I think I am getting sidetracked again.  I guess what I am trying to say here is, this is my blog and I can say whatever I want. No, wait. Let me try that again.  I am just a woman who is doing the best I can at managing my crazy, busy life.  It ain’t perfect, and it ain’t pretty, but it is the best I can do.  And if anything that I write in this blog, in an effort to vent my feelings, offends you, then stop reading my blog!