Mrs. Magoo

So I finally got myself to the optomitrist, I hadn't been since shortly after Alex was born (THREE YEARS AGO!), and was long overdue for a checkup.  I'd been complaining to John that I couldn't see anything anymore, and he suggested that just maybe I needed a new prescription.

I decided to get contacts this time because the kids are really hard on my glasses, what with the yanking them off my face and stomping on them and what not.  I haven't worn contacts in the last 10 years or so.  What I wasn't quite prepared for was coming home and looking in the mirror with my brand new contacts in and looking back at me from the mirror was an old lady.  I noticed that my eyes were all wrinkly and puffy and my eyebrows had gone wild.  What used to be my best feature, now look beady and sad.  The blue is paler than it used to be (I used to have eyes just like Alex), my lashes are short and stubby.  I suppose I never really noticed this because I normally wear dark plastic frames that obscure half my face. Making me feel even worse was when Alex came up to me and said "Mommy, you look weird, put your glasses back on!"

I suppose part of the problem is I haven't had more than three hour stretches of sleep for seven months.  I'm hopefull that someday Max will sleep through the night and the luggage I'm carrying under my eyes will go away. 

I also noticed that everything looks fatter.  Like the view from the lenses in my glasses somehow made everything tall and skinny.  My baby is HUGE, Alex isn't nearly as skinny as I thought he was, and me, well, let's just say I'm getting back on the PHM wagon first thing in the morning because it's worse than I thought.

John doesn't seem to mind the change, he's used to what I look like with no glasses on, to use his words "This is what you look like when we're in bed together", so I suppose it can't be that bad right?