I had no plans to go to the Harvard Museum of Natural History, or anywhere near Cambridge, today when I got up this morning. But the 11 year old, who has Type 1 diabetes, was due to go there on a 6th grade field trip.
Which is why I made her take her glucose testing kit along to school this morning, so she could test her blood sugar mid morning and again before eating lunch.
Which is why I reminded her 18 times before I took her to school today to bring the testing kit with her on the field trip.
Which is why I sighed heavily and ran my hand down my face when her teacher called this morning saying that the 11 year old had left her glucose testing kit in her locker at school.
Which is why I was cursing to myself as I got in the car, drove to her school, picked up the testing kit and drove the 20 or so miles to Cambridge.
Which is why I had to fight the urge to honk at, flip off and possibly run over (gently) the slow moving genius Harvard student pedestrians and bikers gumming up the roads around campus, before finding a parking spot (no small feat) and dropping the kit off with the 11 year old’s teacher.
Which is why I made a run for some good local brews on the way home, since I was out and cause I sure as hell deserve it.