Yesterday, I breathed. Oooh, it felt good.
First of all, Darren decided at the last minute to take the day off from work. We got the kids off to school and then settled in for a long morning nap.
Then we headed to the mall for eye exams and new glasses. I've been having chronic headaches for months and suspected that my vision is the culprit. Darren broke his glasses Tuesday night, so there was no more putting off the inevitible. Sure enough, my vision has changed. I .... oh man, this his hard to say. I need... bifocals. ME! Bifocals! You know that booming laughter you heard yesterday about 1:30 from the direction of Fort Worth? Yah. That was Darren, guffawing at the news. Punk. His day is coming. I picked some funky new frames, though. If I gotta be in bifocals, I might as well have fun doing it.
Afterward, we picked up Aidan from school and took the boys to our old stomping grounds in Benbrook. It's funny how much they remember about our house there. They talk of it often, about how much they liked the backyard. So we drove by and let them see it. Then we played at the park there in town, and went for ice cream afterward.
I didn't even step foot in my scraproom yesterday.
I didn't worry about deadlines or money. (thank goodness for vision insurance!)
I just breathed.