This is not always the best course of action, particularly when it comes to speaking ones mind, it turns out. You probably know that daughter #2 is Type 1 diabetic, having been diagnosed on 23rd December. Part of the condition - which is entirely manageable although not ideal - is that insulin has to be administered with every meal, and having low blood sugar is in the short term as dangerous as having high blood sugar, and this requires constant weighing of portions, carb counting, and fine tuning the amount of insulin administered to suit the food groups consumed, and in what quantities. The household calculator count has gone through the roof.
Mondays are particularly tricky. #1 (fully into teenager mode, with headphones permanently installed, and monosyllabic responses at best) and #2 have music until 7.45pm ish on a Monday, and are under strict instructions to come straight home - a 5 minute bus journey. #1 tends to stretch the boundaries a little, hanging around with her mates after the lessons, "missing" buses and so on. This was an issue before the 23rd December, because noone in the house would eat until at least 8.30pm, which means that bed time would be around 9.30pm at the earliest, and #3 would be exhausted for the rest of the week. As weekdays begin with a 7.30am departure for everyone, the late nights were not ideal.
The urgency with which #1 & #2 are required to come home has been exacerbated by the diabetes diagnosis. #2 has to be tested around 2 hours after eating, not to mention the hassle before eating measuring portions and so on. Then 2 lots of injections (the fast acting for the meal, and the slow release which provides a base line insulin level, injected before bed every day).
Last night #1 and #2 did not come home until around 8.30pm, despite having been free for a while beforehand. Phones and requests to come home were ignored, despite pleas from #2 who as you can imagine is as stressed by the evening routine as everyone else. When they eventually arrived, #1 was extremely hostile, rude and ill tempered. Unfortunately my temper was tested, and I lost it.
#1 spent the rest of the evening with no iPod, phone and other electronics, sobbing. #2 was stressed, but not as stressed as Mrs R and myself. The last test was done at around 11ish, with #2 on 4.6 - quite low, but we were confident that she would rally through the night due to the late meal and the fact it was wholemeal pasta. I then spent the rest of most of the night staring at the ceiling.
So I did regret my actions after doing something - I regret losing my temper. It cannot be much fun for #1 to have to live with all this. She probably feels neglected, and normal teenage behaviour is to test the boundaries, although I cannot remember doing anything like that myself. Must be a girl thing...
Something I do not regret, though, is changing my plans for my long run on Sunday morning. It was the first day for a long time when it had not been raining. I had planned to get up around 7, run the scheduled 23km on the roads, and be home in time to cook breakfast around 9. However, running the same long run every weekend can be a little on the dull side despite the fantastic scenery, so as I ran up to town I saw the snow on the top of the Col. I decided to head up there to see what it was like, as it was such a glorious day.
After a few hundred metres of road, I saw a sign for a footpath to the Col, so again on the spur of the moment I decided to take it. I knew that this would slow me down a little, and I might not be back in time to cook breakfast, but what a fantastic morning, and it immediately felt great to get on the trails. Well, I say it felt great, but the ascent was about 1 in 7, and in some cases the footpath was a river of fast running and freezing cold snow melt. I had to walk certain sections, but was mainly slow jogging up, running on the flats and sprinting the brief downhills. At one point I actually shouted out loud how good it was - there was noone on the trail and the sunrise was spectacular over the Med.
It took a while, but I made it to the top and this coincidentally was the snow line, and also half way for the 23km. It had taken 1hr and 34 to get up. A couple of quick photos and then the fast descent - this was great fun and I was surprised as to how good I was feeling flowing down the rocky, jagged track. I crossed paths with a couple of hikers, who looked at me quizzically, and I was home in an hour and 7. A nice pickup on the splits, a great run, a fabulous workout (was pretty tired at the end) and a smile on my face. It was a lovely surprise to have scrambled eggs cooked for me on my return.
I did, however, regret not taking the dogs with me. They would have loved it. Next time....