And then it hits you...like a ton of bricks.
I created this blog to follow Matt and I through our first year of marriage. Since we're living about 5 hours away from all of our family and friends, I've figured that it is also a way for people to keep up with our craziness day to day.
This weekend is pretty unique in that we're spending it in West Virginia. No traveling for us, or anyone else. No visitors...a laid-back/nothing-planned/lazy weekend.
Today Matt got up and made us breakfast (shhh...he still hasn't figured out it's his "birthday week").
(On a side note, usually for the 7 days before Matt's birthday he'll say...can you do this, or do that...you do know it's my birthday week, right? Haha...either he's in denial this year, or honestly has forgotten to milk it for all it's worth, regardless...it's definitely a change of pace from his birthday last year!)
Anyways...after breakfast, Matt headed out to golf for the day and I set out to run some errands. Top of my list was to get an eye exam and a new pair of glasses. I had an eye appt. a few weeks ago that I had to cancel (insurance issues) and I've been putting it off ever since, so today I thought would be the perfect chance to get it taken care of.
That is, until it was time to pick out my frames...which is when it hit me...
Cue irrational thoughts like this...
"these are the glasses I'll wear almost everyday for at least a year"
"I don't have anyone to tell me what these ACTUALLY look like on me"
"I mean, I see one thing in the mirror...people looking at me see something completely different"
"I've never picked glasses out by myself"
"I need my sisters, they'd be honest"
"My Mom or Dad are usually by my side helping me with this"
"I'm all alone...I need my family"
Then I cried like a baby and called Matt who assured me that I am now a big girl and I have to start doing things like this on my own...I told him that I do not want to grow up just yet...haha
And to solve the problem...I have 3 frames on hold and Matt going back to the eye doctor with me tomorrow to help me make a final decision.
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