In the words of Scooby-Doo, "ruh-roh."
Late yesterday afternoon I was getting ready for parent-teacher conferences and my glasses broke. Luckily I was able to call my doctor's office to get a referral and called and scheduled an appointment for today. At least it was my today. I showed up today and was told my appointment is actually tomorrow. Someone had their days messed up. And it wasn't me. Unfortunately Mason has an "emergency" orthodontist appointment at the same time the office said I was scheduled, so it's not going to work out for me tomorrow. Or next week when the kids are home from school all week for Thanksgiving. And, as it looks now, it might not work the following week either. (Seriously, who wants an evening eye appointment? We have lives in the evenings. And meetings ...)
I am wearing a spare pair of glasses and I don't recognize myself. The glasses are okay. They just aren't me anymore. Honestly, I'm not sure if they were ever "me." I have two important town events/meetings coming up (well, four total, but only two are important) and I'm sure I'll be self-conscious.
Oh, and my kids rocked the parent-teacher conferences. No worries there. I actually came home smiling and showered the kids with compliments.