My Peeps

So, to continue the intros, I have three kids, one dog, and a husband who - even though I hate this phrase - is my soul mate. Really, there's no one else on this planet who could be married to me. He loves me, supports me, puts up with my moods, and tells me I'm beautiful. There is absolutely no other man in the world for me.

The dog and I have a less emotional connection. She's cute - a yellow lab. Great with the kids, loves to go on walks. But she sheds A LOT, and she had this nasty habit of barking at the leaves outside right when one of the kids went down for a nap. I've never quite forgiven her for that. And now she's getting so old that my husband almost ran over her in the driveway where she was sleeping because she didn't hear the car. I like the dog, but she's not my soul mate.

Grace is my oldest, then comes little sister and little brother. I'm not quite sure yet how much I want to reveal about them, but man are they cute! You'll see them throughout the JDRF video on the sidebar.

What I haven't yet mastered is the balance between attention given to Grace due to her special circumstances, and attention given to all the kids. Glucose Tabs have become the "forbidden fruit" of the house for my son. Since I don't let him have them (okay, I admit I've let all the kids have one a few times when Grace needed them) he wants one every time they come out of the cabinet, then cries when I try to explain how they're more like medicine than candy.

And my middle daughter has said to me, "You love Grace because she has diabetes, and XXX because he's the baby and you don't love me!" Ouch. That one hurt. So I do my best to spend special time with each of my kids. I try to employ the "fair but not equal" rule. I'll treat all my children fairly at all times, but that doesn't mean that they all get treated equally the same.

How do you all find the balance? When all the kids at the pool are having a slushy (couldn't even begin to figure out how to bolus for that one!) do you say no to just your D kid, or all your children. Is it fair to the diabetic? Is it fair to the non-d's?

(For the record, so far slushies are only aloud when Grace isn't at the pool that day.)