I hate it when I let so many days go by without posting.
Not that it matters in the grand scheme of things (you know, like Rick told Ilsa...the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world...).
Like, at all.
And not that what I'm posting now is by any means important.
Like, at all.
And yet, still.
I've been in something of an emotional slump, like I took a vacation in BlahVille and lost my return ticket, and for some strange reason blogging helps me claw my way out.
Or something like that.
You know you are really winning at this whole Mom Thing when your beloved little one calls out, "Mom! My chapel uniform is still dirty!" at 7:50 in the morning and you have to leave, like, in a jiffy.
I think Presidents' Day threw me off my laundry game.
So I did the only logical thing, spritzed her jumper and blouse with Febreeze, dampened the shirt sleeves with water so the laundry basket creases might have a hope of disappearing, and fluffed them in the drier for a few minutes.
I also could be heard shouting a last minute reminder to check the lost and found for her navy sweater as she scrambled from the car sans outerwear in damp, mid-50 degree weather.
I had a follow up eye appointment this morning.
The good news: my corneal infiltrates have left the building and I am cleared to wear contacts again. I'm excited about that, I've missed them.
The marginally bad news: I decided to keep my existing frames (although I had to send them away for two weeks, eek!) and just get new lenses, I thought since I was still happy with them I'd save some money that way.
Nope. Well, at least not really. Just my lenses, single vision, coating, blah, blah, blah was still close to $200 with insurance.
What the what?
Imagine if I had gotten new frames!?!?!
And I still will need to order a supply of contacts after my trial period (I go back next week).
I am fairly certain Optometry is a scam.
The creepy news: Norman Bates was placing the order for my lenses.
Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly.
That should be a rule.
I think I'm finally settling in to certain colors and styles that are *me*.
Don't get me wrong, I'll still try new trends I'm sure (although all these printed jeans are bringing back 1986 and not really in a good way--unless you are a twig) but I realized I feel most comfortable in greys, blacks, whites, the occasional tan or brown with jeans, mix and match fun accessories and shoes.
Basic. Comfortable. Random pops of color.
Happy Wednesday, Y'all!