Apparently, I am determined to halt time in its tracks.
I have been touting for weeks how great RM is doing in her “new” glasses that she just got about six months ago. *ahem* But as I read THIS I realized yet again that it has really been twice that long since her last eye appointment, and that means the glasses are from A YEAR AGO.
I am SO ON TOP OF THINGS.
I started wondering why I seem to have such a difficult time with this crap. From the moment RM was born, we have had appointments for this and that so frequently that I needed a huge schoolhouse-sized dry erase board in my living room to keep track. But those days slowly faded away as she grew healthier and so faded away my own talent for organization. I am kind of a mess these days by comparison.
I once had itemized checklists for our three major shopping stores – grocery, wholesale, and Target. We always had one of everything in stock, we never ran out of anything. My house was a well-oiled machine and we had real dinners every night.
I am sure I even had a Binder of Women. [sorry, couldn't resist]
Anyways, these days we eat whatever is most convenient at the moment because I never remember to take something out of the freezer, we are always out of everything, and me and the dust bunnies high-five as we pass in the hall.
Oh, and those glasses RM got last year? Well, no wonder they are warped and falling apart.
I thought I was being so proactive this time, seeking out a new pair of indestructible glasses for RM because she was now wearing her glasses all day at school. I was so proud that it only took six months for her to get used to them. Especially when her ABA program started out praising her for keeping them on for a full minute.
But apparently it has been a year. A full year. 365 days. Slowly inching from one minute to two to ten. Now she wears them fairly consistently. Never reads without them.
Did I mention she is reading now?
Time sure does fly when wearing rose-colored glasses.
Cheers, my friends.