Leaving my parent's house after delivering the kiddos this pm. (It is often stressful to plan and pack for both kids--food, milk, cups, bottles--let alone the necessary tons o' things for winter wear/play-- and then pack for myself, put the 90 bags in the car and actually LEAVE the house.)
Will-O and I are taking a weekend sans children in an attempt to relax and re-kindle. We have not been alone together for 2 days in a row since August 2006. I was 5 months pregnant at that time and I was highly hormonal/emotional and had a TOUGH time leaving Scarlet for the 2.5 day separation. (Yes, it is MY issue). So here we are 16 months later--child #2 is now 13 months-old, close friend's death 9 months ago (still unbelievable) and a crazy car accident resulting in 5 months of Will-O's rehabilitation/unemployment are some of our recent stressors--I'd say we are due for a little down time.
Worst Part of the Day-
This past Wednesday I went for my yearly eye exam and was given a pair of "fancy" (my words) contact lenses to try out for a week. I wore them all day Wednesday; liked them a lot. Took them out that night and put them in their case on my bedside table.
The contacts--case and all--have disappeared. I have scoured the house high and low and they are no where to be found. Honestly I don't mind taking hours and hours to look for anything (which I swear, I did) if the end result is finally finding it. "Ah ha! That's where it was! Silly me." It is oh so satisfying to have that last piece of the puzzle. At this point, I may never know if Liam picked them up and threw them away, or my ghost friend moved them to tease me as a blind, mortal plaything. They are no where to be found. Annoying. I am bespectacled again.
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