I'll let you decide. I can't decide if I'm venting, asking for advice, or needing a mental realignment/empathy check. Ok, I think my son is doing an amazing, admirable job managing his diabetes. He's very mature, very independent, etc. But he's also driving me CRAZY with his nonchalant attitude towards it all. Now, I don't want him anxious and freaked out, but I do want him to approach it with some respect for the importance. And the cost. He's gone MDI for camp. I just found his pump shoved WAY under his bed. Full of insulin. Been there a while I think. I found his Dexcom transmitter (while we were waiting for a new receiver) under the couch, still attached to the sticky stuff, just sort of dropped there. He left his meter in the hot hot HOT truck today for an entire horse show (and clearly he never tested the entire time). He couldn't find his lantus this evening and insisted he left it on the table and I must have moved it. It was in the truck. The HOT truck. On and on and on. My husband says I need to give him grace. OK, got it. I do. But I need him to also give ME some grace, because damn it, I'm working hard to provide all this stuff. Yeah, he has the worst end of it, I get that, but it doesn't make it any easier on me to wake my very old self up at 5 am every weekend of my life to do a job that I'm much too old for to pay for all this stuff. I'm tired. I'm tired of doing school all week (we homeschool) and working all weekend. I'm tired of constantly worrying about him and seeing him not really worry at all. I'm thrilled he's able to live his life, to feel some joy, but I just wish he could see that he needs to take care of this very expensive equipment, to guard the very sensitive medication, to CARE that a splash on the Dex will fry it, that heat will kill the insulin. I need him to realize that a random shot will probably lead to a high or a low. To realize that the Dexcom will only wake him or alert me if he turns the alarm ON. I really do understand how hard this is on him. I do. But it's hard on me too. He bucks if I try to help him more. Is this just a phase that teens go through? He's not ignoring his diabetes, and I am unbelievably grateful for that. But he is rather random about it, luckily he's such a good carb counter that his randomness works most of the time. Blah. Hitting send, though this is just a bit pity party and I know it.