I LOVE FRIDAYS. I always have big plans for ALL THE THINGS I'm going to accomplish over the weekend. I don't usually get past the first thing on my list. I have good intentions. That's generally true of me. I mean well - it's just the execution that gets off sometimes. The worst is when I decide to reorganize something, and lose my fire on the last few drawers. I just throw all the rest of the junk back into the closet, or drawers or whatever I'm working on, and think, "Next time."
I had an eye appointment RIGHT after school, so I had to drag the Offspring with me. The Husband is off recording - working on his second CD. I'll let you know when it drops. I didn't really think you wanted to know when it drops, but I liked typing that. It felt very ROCKSTAR! It's just the kids and I tonight. The Husband always says, "It won't be too late." He's hanging out with his band, and surrounded by musical equiptment, so there's no way he won't stay for a long time. Music is his thing.
The eye doctor looked at my eyeballs and then at me, and said, "Well, your prescription isn't too bad, but you know you are getting older. He says that everytime I go to see him. Like, what is he expecting? I'm going to get younger? There is something about eye doctors -- they really like to hammer on that age issue and explain how YOUR VISION IS DERIORIATING and how you must BUY ALL THE EXPENSIVE EYE THINGS. If I wasn't fairly blind without my contacts, I'd shine the whole thing on, but I'm held hostage by my rapidly, deterioriating eyeballs.
I had better-than-perfect vision up until my 20s, and then I became nearsighted. I was coaching volleyball, and couldn't quite see the faces of my girls on the court from the bench. I would turn to the girl next to me and say, "Is that Ashley? I can't tell." Then I would just wait until they turned and I could see the numbers on their backs. Unfortunately I could read those either. "Is that a 25? Who is that?" The young, healty-eyed junior high girls would look at me with shock, "You are joking, Mrs. E, right?" Have you ever seen the numbers on the backs of volleyball shirts? THEY ARE HUGE.
In one of my favorite books by Cynthia Voigt, Tell Me If the Lovers are Losers, a character has such horrible vision that the eye doctor drives her home himself. He was terrified that she would get into an accident if she drove herself home. I had always prided myself on my vision, and I felt like I had turned into that girl when the eye doctor told me i needed GLASSES.
Both the Offspring have faked bad vision in hopes of getting glasses. They think glasses are super cool. The Girl settled on some fake glasses from Claires, but the boy is mourning his fate, as they don't have a similar section of glasses for "boys". He doesn't want a pair with a bright flower glued to the side, or pink stripes. "I wouldn't mind purple," He said. "But pink is too much."
He can be pretty funny when he is in the mood. He LOVES this hideous pair that he tried on while we were waiting at the eye doctor. They look exactaly like the ones Harry Potter wore; perfectly round. "These are perfect. Can't you just buy the sample ones?" No, kid. Those are made by Tom Ford, and Mommy and Daddy want you to be able to eat this week.
I hope your Friday is like ours, mello and content. We are waiting for the pizza to get here, and the kids electronic equiptment has been released from its week-day jail. They are blissfully happy to cheek up on their games. The Boy is thrilled to discover that 3 of his dinosaur eggs hatched. I'm writing this before ten p.m. for once, and thus can fall asleep watching some violent movie with The Husband later without any guilt.
Life is pretty good. I hope yours is too. We are still breathing after all, so that's a plus right there.