It had been more than a week since I had talked to Mom. This is nearly unheard of in our world, but it does occasionally happen. My busy life with three kids and their busy retirement life are the culprits.

So last night when Dad called to see if I knew about my brother's trip to Korea encountering problem after problem that eventually required him to come home to Missouri from Seattle, I was finally able to catch Mom up on what's going on in our lives.

"Did you know No. 2 has a double ear infection," I asked her.

"No, no didn't know that," she said.

"No. 3 is recovering nicely from her upper respiratory nastiness, but The Mr. is still battling a rough cough," I told her.

"OK, OK. And how are things going with the pump?" she wanted to know.

"It's going great," I said. "Really great. The best part is the precision. And I've been able to upload my pump information to this online software that my endo can see and we've been able to make teeny tweaks. It's really great."

"Oh, that's wonderful, honey," she said.

"The biggest challenge has been remembering to test more often," I said. "Like this afternoon we all took Sarge for a walk and by the time we got home I was really low. I was probably going low before we left and I just should have tested before we went."

Truth is, I was 30 when we got home, but I have learned my lesson about telling Mom too much so she doesn't worry needlessly. Before we left for our quick jaunt, I felt a little like maybe I could be low, but not having any symptoms, I thought I'd be OK. It wasn't until we were just about home that I thought I'd go ahead and test as soon as we got inside just so I could have a picture of where I was.

Standing on the porch while The Mr. opened the door, the hot flush of blood running furiously to my face hit me so fast that I took off my down coat. I knew it was bad. I had no symptoms, no shakes, no faintness. Determined to know if I was hot from the walk or actually low, I attempted to load a fresh test strip into my meter, but the shakes had started.

I was rather shocked to see 30. Yet another case for CGMS. I downed two juice boxes and four sleeves of Smarties and camped out on the couch long enough to feel recovered.

These are things Moms don't need to know.