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!
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You're brave to even take Dean with you to appointments like that. I always try to find someone else to watch Josh during those types of appointments...he's just too curious for those types of places without my constant supervision. Heck, I even have a hard time taking him to the pediatrician's office for Mary's appointments!
I'm really indecisive too. I went shopping for some fabric for a project, and George was crying the whole time. Luckily, I brought my mother-in-law with me so she held him and finally made me choose three fabrics and narrow it down from there!
I'm not sure if brave is the right word. stupid maybe? I usually have Matt with me, but he left for a week for business. I forgot I could do something like ask a friend to watch him.
Oh, Steph, fabric selection is THE WORST! I have the hardest time when I go in a fabric shop.
I feel like I am "that" mom too when i take the kids out. I also try to avoid taking the two kids with me in public by myself as much as possible. Most of my errands get run by Scott or with Scott. Hope your second appointment went better!
I feel for you! It gets easier as they get older, Dean is in that stage where he wants to see and do everything in his way. I am remebering now as Josh is 20 months how Caleb was then, it is just an age I hate taking him anywhere, espeically without a cart. It does get easier!
What a pain. I hate picking out frames because there are so many to go through and so many different looks. And it's darn near impossible to get a good look at your face when you have a cute little one who wants to grab all of the glasses and try them on and stick his/her fingers in the heated silicon beads and leave fingerprints on the mirrors and run into the doctor's office and try to climb in his chair or play on his computer and read ALL of the magazines in the waiting room and give the waiting patients hugs.
I have given up on taking Boston anywhere in public. He is just a nightmare in situations like that. I am even thinking of giving up on taking him to church after last week. He can't even make it in the hall. We might just trade off or something. Seriously, little boys.
I am convinced that Clara can feel my stress/anxiety if we're going somewhere the she needs to be extra well behaved. She then usually acts like a crazy monkey. Kind of like last night, I had to take her with me to my temple recommend interview with the Stake and she didn't sit still for more than 15 seconds. Normally, she doesn't have a problem behaving when it's time to behave... unless I get stressed about it.
as someoneI really look up to, I appreciate your honesty. It's hard being a parent and in some wierd way, it's satisfying to know it's hard for everyone. Everyone handles and shows it differently, but this is a hard journey. You're doing well and I commend you. . . . ;) v
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