Daughter's blood sugar was sky high this morning. She immediately told me she hadn't eaten anything. When I was skeptical, she started swearing at me. I reminded her that she'd said the same thing until I discovered she taken a box of thin mints a couple of weeks ago. There was more to the conversation than that, obviously, but I did remain calm and didn't let her blame me. I told her that it was her actions that caused me to question whether she was telling the truth.
This afternoon I came home and made brownies for the Lenten supper tonight. In the midst of my baking, a neighbor's dog chased one of the neighborhood cats up a tree in my backyard. I walked out briefly to talk with the neighbors who had come to retrieve their dog. Daughter took advantage of the unlocked refrigerator to eat an entire half gallon container of ice cream.
Her blood sugar was sky high again before supper. Yes, I get tired of this. I don't like having to keep everything locked up constantly. Yesterday Kitten was locked in my bedroom all day. I'm keeping it locked now so Daughter won't get in there and search for spare keys. It's not much fun living this way. Sigh.