glasses

After my shower each morning, I usually throw my hair into a messy bun. It usually takes it all day to dry. However, this morning, after my older three children caught the bus, my head was really cold. (I go outside and wait for the bus, so that my children can stay warm on these cold mornings.) I knew that Blaklee would be arriving soon and so I decided to dry my hair before she arrived. I laid my new glasses, about 8 months old, on the bathroom counter. I proceeded to dry my hair, which takes @ least 10-15 minutes. I left the bathroom, Blaklee arrived, and within a few minutes Jacob was using the latrine. I hear him yelling, "Mom, Penny broke your glasses." Of course I run in thinking that a lens had popped out or something was broken that could be repaired, by me or a glasses repair specialist. Oh no, that little poo head had broken the arm off, with the hinges snapped in 2. Both Erin and Josh wear glasses and have broken their fair share of frames, so from past experience, I knew that only certain types of breaks could be repaired. Once I saw the damage, I knew that I couldn't fix it, and yet I had hope that the kind people @ the place where I purchased the glasses, would somehow have the knowledge to remove the hinge from the frame and the arm, insert a new one and presto, my glasses would be all fixed, for just the price of a hinge. No such luck. I had to purchase a new frame. That really bites, by the way. Thinking back things like this are always happening to me. Clyde is always saying to me, that I should put my glasses in the same place, so I heard his words running through my head once I found the carcass of my frames on the bathroom floor. I should really, but this was just a fluke. But, as I was saying, this type of thing is my life. When the kids forget to empty out their pockets, and a tube of chap stick is left in it, then the chap stick is no where, but on my favorite pair of pants. Or the time that Clyde left an ink pen in his pocket, when I was at least 9 months pregnant w/ Penny. I had just purchased a few new shirts, because my belly had outgrown the leftovers of pregnancies past. Yep, the ink ruined my shirts. I seriously cried. Not only was I uncomfortable, but having saved for a few shirts, to have them ruined after only a few times being worn, was just too much. Plus, I was really pregnant and really sensitive. I am not a pleasant pregnant gal. But this is my luck. I step, barefooted, in the goo on the carpet that the kids didn't tell me about, or I sit on the potty after the boys have sprinkled their DNA on it. Gross right?! So, really I should expect this thing from now on. However, I must confess that I have learned several very good lessons, due to these wonderful 'flukes'; Always put my glasses in their protective case away from the grasp of Penny, check everybody's pockets before washing their clothes, AND- look at the potty before I sit down.