Better Than Candy

So tired of lows, I had to find something
 better than candy (say what?) to give Riley
while trying to fall asleep at 113 mg/dL

This week....

Mon
 7 am    123
11 am   120
 4 pm      62 - mowing the grass at home after 2:00 pm PE class at school. Eat starburst, tangerine
 6 pm      78 - eat grapes, few pretzels
 9 pm    113 - refuse to eat anything while laying in bed. Tempt with off brand but cheaper Nutella right off the spoon and chocolate almond milk. Only drink half of milk)

Tues
7 am    138
11 am  84
5 pm    84
9 pm    80

Wed
  7 am     105
11 am      88 - felt low in English class; didn't test,
                       ate Smarties. Apparently was correct.
  5 pm    373 - ate celebratory cupcake in Math class; didn't test or use insulin. Corrected with 6 units.
  6 pm    132 - fast drop. Now doses 8 u for dinner and heads to pre youth group game of football.
                        fumble...laying on the ground...."mom....get me some sugar" Can't find any,
                        already ate the Smarties I packed in his bag this morning. Find 3 cookies in the
                        kitchen, chased by 4 oz give/take Mountain Dew.
11 pm     163

Thurs
7 am        86
9:30         52  checking messages as I leave a special chapel at the school. Riley left a message.
                      "Hi, mom. I'm in the school office, I felt low. Tested and it was 52. I ate some
                       Starbursts and rechecked. I was 43. Ate some more stuff." I turned around and drove
                       back to school. Called the office. They put him on the phone with me. "I'm ok. It's 108
                       now. The secretary wants me to sit here a few more minutes then I'll head back to
                       class."
11 am     108 
 2:50              School secretary calls me as I'm walking into a meeting. "Riley felt low again but
                      didn't want to miss his bus. I gave a handful of Reese's peanut butter cups and he
                      ran out. I thought you should know." Oh Lord help me. Help him. I text him.
                      "You ok? Eating candy?" No response. Text my husband. "Riley's low, headed to
                      bus, has some candy, check on him." Oh crapppppppppppp. We took away Riley's
                      phone three weeks ago for lying about his blood glucose numbers. I have no way
                      to know how he is until the bus arrives at our house at 3:20.
3:35               Bus finally arrives, fifteen minutes late. Not because of a diabetic episode  of the
                      cute kid with glasses and dimples. Tim texts me. "He's fine. Eating tangerine."

Questions:
Why is he riding the bus? Whose idea was that?
Who thought an appropriate punishment for T1D was phone deprivation?
Can I work and text and freak out all at the same time?