Maybe it's peculiar. Or maybe it's understandable due to the symptoms of Charlie's disease. I think I have a drinking problem. There, I said it.

"One milk coming up," I'll tell my daughter, and then proceed to fill her cup a miserly one-third of the way- unsuitable for even the most parched mosquito.

She looks at the cup incredulously. Like I'm joking.

Ben, the 2 year old, is lucky if I give him anything to drink at all during the course of the day. But I can't keep playing this game forever. Eventually, he'll learn how to pronounce the word milk.

"Sorry, Ben, more malk? I don't know what malk is. Is that Czech? Sorry, pal, can't help you if you're not gonna speak English." (READ MORE)

I think I am losing my mind.

Back when I was in High School I never thought about diabetes or the fact that I could get it. I never thought that a disease would sneak into my life and change it forever. It was just not on my radar and not on my parents radar either. They were just as shocked as I was when I was diagnosed.

So now I am the parent and since I have diabetes, it I think about all the time. I hope some parents with diabetes can tell me how you deal with this but I think I am a little paranoid about my children getting diabetes.

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