Mommy’s Little Pack Mule.
Running alone brings out the Spibelt, and I cram it full of my on-the-move necessities: glucose tabs, Dexcom receiver, keys, and phone. Even though it’s reasonably streamlined and doesn’t bother me too much to tote around all that stuff, it’s a bulkier system than, oh, I don’t know … making my own insulin.
But lo! The child rides a bike! And insisted on having a bicycle basket! To which I said, “Yes! Excellent idea and can you please carry all my shit, too?” only I did not cuss at the child!
The miles might be logged a little slower than when I’m by myself, but there’s nothing more convenient than making use of her bike basket to carry all my diabetes stuff, and I love sharing some outside play moments with my daughter.
And she likes being in charge of such important things, since she is a “big girl” and can “carry the glucose tabs because then if I want a very, very, very small bite of a glucose tabs, I can just reach in and have one, right, Mawm?”
“Sure. But only if you make sure you slow down if I need a glucose tab, okay?”
Bartering with my happy little helper of a diabetes pack mule.