Let's just say that I am not cut out to be a person with one eye, and will never underestimate the importance of sight, ever again. Today I had to go and buy a black eye patch which I could not wear. Call it pride or whatever you want, I just could not do it. The enthusiasm displayed by the teenage boys at rehearsal this afternoon made me feel completely justified in my decision to forgo aforementioned black patch. But by the end of the day, my eye was thoroughly irritated. No amount of ointment eased the pain, so I have been taking it easy on the computer today, but also know now that I have to have something on my eye for the long day at co-op tomorrow. I bought some "eye" shaped bandages and was lamenting how difficult it is to only have the use of one eye, and how much I hate having a bandage over it (I would not claim to ever be a silent martyr before my children!) and Kullen said he wanted to wear one too so I wouldn't feel so bad. Isn't he the sweetest boy? His attitude took something miserable and turned it into something so sweet. I love this boy!
I am sure that everyone is quite sick of posts about my eye dilemma - and I can promise you that there are other posts that have been writing themselves in my head. I will get back to them shortly. I know that it is just my eye, but it seems to have interfered with my ability to think. What is that about?