After Matt left this morning Dean, Walt and I headed to the eye doctor for a follow up. I tried out contacts last week (word to the wise, it can be relatively expensive to have a contact fitting and your insurance may not cover it! wish I would have known that before hand.) since I'm so sick of Dean ripping my glasses off my face or bending them improperly and nearly breaking them.
I haven't worn contacts exlusively since my senior year of high school. I've barely even worn them intermittently because my eyes just don't care much for them. Since I have astigmatism regular contacts don't fit quite right, plus, even in night and day (the easiest on the eyes), my eyes get really red by the end of the day. I tried toric (sp?) this time and they fit better, but my eyes still got really red and very tired by the end of the day.
I decided contacts were not for me so I started looking at frames since my prescription has changed a little. Luckily Walt slept most of the time because Dean was a handful and a half! You'd have thought I'd pumped him full of coffee and doughnuts for breakfast or something. He was all over. Opening cupboards, pulling down glasses, sitting in all the chairs he wasn't supposed to. I successfully distracted him for about 2 min. with a puzzle and a calculator and a succor, but he wasn't having any of it after that. At one point I put him on my lap and held him. He started screaming so I continued to hold him and covered his mouth. He started going ballistic. Walt woke up and started crying. I saw the lady helping me with my glasses glance up at the lady behind the counter with the, "poor lady, wish I could help" look. I was one of those moms with one of those kids. You know, the kind that you hope doesn't show up at your place of work. Luckily I wasn't screaming at him, though I did give him a little swat at one point and tried to make him have a time out sitting in a corner. That didn't prove very successful.
To make matters worse, I am one of the most indecisive people on the planet. I was able to narrow my choices down to two. Do I go for the one that's covered completely? Or do I go for one that I'll have to pay to get the flex ridge? Do I go for the regular lenses that are covered by insurance that will be thick and ugly, or do I go for the more expensive thin lenses that I'll have to pay for? By the time I got to that point, I couldn't concentrate because I had two crying kids, so I told them I'd just come back next week with my husband so he could help me decide. Ugh.
I let Dean play in the front of the car (something he begs to do multiple times a day) while nursed Walt in the parking lot so we could go straight to the store. I mean, not much else you can do when you're out of diapers and milk. They did ok at Target, but it was a shoddy shopping trip and when I got home I realised I forgot bread and a few other somewhat necessary items.
This afternoon after naps we're heading north of us to a woman's house who runs an online cloth diaper store. They keep their inventory at their house so she said I could come by and look before I buy. Walt just goes through diapers too fast. I'm spending about $10 every 3-4 days!! I use about 10-12 diapers a day for him. Since you can just throw diapers directly in the wash for exlusively breastfed babies, I think I'm going to make the switch at least until we introduce solids around 5 or 6 mo. Maybe I'll even stick with it with Walt after that. Who knows. Anyway, I hope that goes a little better than the doctor's visit this morning!