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valkryorI'm fighting a serious case of the Don't Wannas. I don't wanna do the household laundry (one measly load). I don't wanna make cookies. DO NOT WANT.
So, no shit, there I was...
Laundry is done and needs folding/putting away. Cherry chocolate chip oatmeal cookies are baking in batches. I still need to make dinner, even though I really don't wanna.
Living with the wrong prescription continues and I'm done. I'm limited in what I can and cannot do without squinting. Using my laptop and writing? Fine. Reading? Sure. Hand sewing? Since I take my glasses off to do this anyway, this is always a yes.
Not being able to see clearly is turning into a giant ball of frustration that I can't do much about except wait. Okay, I can call the optician, but if he's waiting on an answer, then I'm still waiting. *grump*
I now have a twelve year old. His party was on Sunday and it went off without a hitch. Well, mostly without a hitch. The weather was fantastic, we found a spot in the shade, his friends came (this is important, as he has only *just* found his tribe), and the park wasn't stupidly busy (although parking was a Beast).
This was the very first birthday party I had been to in my entire life where someone lost a pair of underpants, though. Yes, it was my kid. And yes, he is potato. He was coming back from changing in the bathroom and they got dropped. Before we left, I sent him to walk back to the building to see if they were still there, but nope. So I went to go pee and, and as I was coming back, noticed something weird near the playground. Since I can't see for shit, I got closer.
And found his underpants.
The boy must have initially walked back a different way the first time, and didn't retrace his steps the second. We found them, that's what's important and my child? Is Potato. I love him, but oy.
So, no shit, there I was...
Laundry is done and needs folding/putting away. Cherry chocolate chip oatmeal cookies are baking in batches. I still need to make dinner, even though I really don't wanna.
Living with the wrong prescription continues and I'm done. I'm limited in what I can and cannot do without squinting. Using my laptop and writing? Fine. Reading? Sure. Hand sewing? Since I take my glasses off to do this anyway, this is always a yes.
Not being able to see clearly is turning into a giant ball of frustration that I can't do much about except wait. Okay, I can call the optician, but if he's waiting on an answer, then I'm still waiting. *grump*
I now have a twelve year old. His party was on Sunday and it went off without a hitch. Well, mostly without a hitch. The weather was fantastic, we found a spot in the shade, his friends came (this is important, as he has only *just* found his tribe), and the park wasn't stupidly busy (although parking was a Beast).
This was the very first birthday party I had been to in my entire life where someone lost a pair of underpants, though. Yes, it was my kid. And yes, he is potato. He was coming back from changing in the bathroom and they got dropped. Before we left, I sent him to walk back to the building to see if they were still there, but nope. So I went to go pee and, and as I was coming back, noticed something weird near the playground. Since I can't see for shit, I got closer.
And found his underpants.
The boy must have initially walked back a different way the first time, and didn't retrace his steps the second. We found them, that's what's important and my child? Is Potato. I love him, but oy.
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