It was dark as I walked towards his bedroom door. I stood in the doorway and heard the biggest, snortiest snore ever. Just one, then the gentle sound of regular breathing. I smiled, walked to the kitchen and put the kettle on.
That big, snorty snore tells me all is well with my boy. He had a really weird day yesterday with yo-yo levels so I worried about last night. My husband had done a 3am test.
Only in a house with a Type 1 child would the middle of the night conversation be like this:
“D’you do the BGL?”
Who said romance was dead?
That big, snorty, teenage snore told me all was well, my boy was fine. Another day begins! I hope for a better day than yesterday!