Oh What a Night!!

Last Friday started out good enough...I went to get my hair highlighted, which always makes my day...yeah, so, it was at the horrid hour of 8am, but nonetheless, I like to have someone play with my hair!

My mom and I then decided that we would make a trip to the mall to attempt some Christmas shopping. First mistake: shopping with children when you actually need to get something accomplished.

I purchased one thing...and my stress level was growing by the minute! The kids weren't horrible, they were just being "kids", but I could NOT, for the life of me, focus on what I needed to get done.

I had already declared the trip "worthless"...and that was before the ill-fated trip to Sam's Club.

The last straw: My children running around and around the racks...giggling because they thought I was chasing them (obviously they couldn't see my clenched jaw and the steam coming from my ears...). I finally caught them, loaded them into the cart, looked at my mom and said "I'm going."

What I really wanted to say was:

"I'm #^$^% @#$ totally %^& &^%$# stressing ^%$#$%^and I'm !@#$% *&^%$#@# going!!!!!!!!!!!"

But, I'm a mature, responsible adult...so I just said that in my head.

As I was pushing my children out in the cart, one who had removed her boots and socks, the other who was telling me we forgot his coat in grandma's cart, I was telling them how we don't behave when we're at Sam's Club. That they were acting naughty and not listening and running around and that is not acceptable.

What I really wanted to say was:

"You @#$ &^ kids %$#$% drove &^%$%^ me & %#$%^ bananas!!!!"

But, I'm a mature, responsible adult...so I just said that in my head.

Then...ugh...then, I was picking Baby Girl up to put her in her car seat, when she reached up to brush the hair from her eyes or something, and we had a "Fingernail vs. Cornea" moment.

The fingernail won.

So, here it was, after 4 o'clock on a Friday night, my eye was watering like Niagara Falls, my stress level was out of control, and I couldn't keep my eye open.

I called the eye doctor and was told to go right there. Called my husband (his response deserves it's own post...) to tell him to meet me at the eye clinic so he could take the kids...called the day care lady to tell her I wouldn't be there as soon as I thought to gather my older kids...called my mom to tell her I was quite certain there was something wrong with my eye because I could feel "a flap of something" when I blinked.

Then, on the way home, with one eye tightly closed (PS--have you ever driven with one eye closed? Er...yeah...good bye depth perception...) and expired tabs on my van (yes, again!!) I glanced in my review mirror and saw a State Trooper behind me.

*gulp*

*cue fighting tears*

Thankfully, he passed right by me...I was quite certain that had I gotten pulled over, I would've dissolved into a puddle of tears...which I am equally quite certain he wouldn't have been impressed with.

So...finally got to the eye doctor...where I was declared to have a "sizeable corneal abrasion" (she scraped a chunk clear off), received a "lens bandage", given a multitude of drops and instructions, and sent on my merry little way.

Gosh...and I really liked that part of my cornea.

"I took my kids Christmas shopping and all I got was this stupid corneal abrasion."

(It's a good thing I had that exciting news to keep me going!! Stay tuned! Next post up will be that one!) ;)