If I had stomped my foot, I would have been acting just like them.

Looking at my 7-year-old and my just-turned-5-year-old, I was ranting about their ridiculous behavior.

"So what if she's looking at you?" I screamed.

"And why are you antagonizing him?" I yelled.

This was really odd behavior for me, I thought. Just an hour ago I was grocery shopping at WalMart with the baby and thinking about what good spirits I was in. I was feeling so happy that I was actually contemplating a post on how my walking routine was helping my attitude.

Grabbing the last few things in the produce section, I leaned down to look at something. When I stood up, I suddenly felt, for lack of a better word, weird. It wasn't my normal I-think-I'm-going-low feeling, so I chalked it up to a head rush.

I recounted what I had done this morning before leaving the house for the store: fasting-160, 15 g yogurt for breakfast, awesome 30-minute walk with the dog, two hour post breakfast reading-108, granola bar before leaving for the store. I had thought I was good until lunchtime.

(Normally I have oatmeal after my walk, but I wasn't feeling hungry this morning so I decided to skip it.)

I loaded everything in the car and knew that I was going low. My symptoms, though, weren't severe and I knew I could make it home. I grabbed a juice box as soon as we walked in the door and almost immediately felt better.

I thought I was fine. I put the groceries away and fed the kids.

And then the ranting started. I'm not sure why (I didn't feel low), but I grabbed my meter and sat down on the couch. When I saw 61 I wondered how low I had been earlier when I was actually feeling it.

It used to be that I got mean when I was high. I fully expected to have been in the 200s for as mean as I was acting. I suppose I wasn't as shocked as I could have been, though; this wasn't the first time I was mean and low.