I’m heading to the Mom 2.0 Summit Conference in New Orleans on Wednesday of this week. I’m leading a round table discussion on Online Privacy and Anonymity on Friday. So of course, I’m in panic mode. I couldn’t get to the hairdresser fast enough this week. I’m a total slacker and my hair needed to be done, like bad. I got some new color and a sassy cut. I had Richard make a little more choppy. I also had my bangs cut. I’m attempting to cover up my wrinkles that are starting to appear on my forehead. Angry Husband said that they (the wrinkles) are starting to look angry, go figure.
At the beginning of the month, the calendar year for our health insurance started over. I was very excited because I could get new glasses. It has been three years since I got new glasses. I was way overdue. I also had to have an exam. I found out the my eyes are EXTREMELY dry. I already knew that. They’ve been dry since I had Lasik surgery 10+ years ago. Yes, I had eye surgery but my eyes are getting worse. I’m afraid that if I go in for a touch-up, my eyes are going to get worse.
I decided to be a bit bold. Ok, I’m always bold, but I’m pretty conservative about some things. I decided to get white framed eyeglasses by Tiffany. Yes, they even came in a little blue box. I don’t think that Angry Husband likes them very much. But wow, I can see so much better now. It has taken some time to adjust to the new prescription.
My mom watches Angry Kid on Sundays, and I got a phone call from her while working. She told me that he crashed his scooter in a concrete light device at the park near our house. She said that he cut his fingers really bad on a vent on the light. I had to call Angry Husband to go and save the day. Angry Husband and my mom took Angry Kid to the ER. He had an x-ray, and did not need stitches or glue. It looks like his had some deep scrapes and a little road rash. He got sent home with some band-aids and medication for his fingers.
I was trying to be a good mom and drove to the ER on my lunch break. Well that ended up being a nightmare which involved a tow truck, and backing up traffic. I made it to the ER, five minutes before Angry Kid was being released. He was a trooper and loves all the doctors and nurses at the hospital. Between his febrile seizures when he was smaller, and December’s stitches, we’ve been to the hospital over twenty times with Angry Kid. Now if we could keep his fingers free of dirt and sand until the wounds heal.
And packing for my trip, well I have barely started!