Yeah, I know, I missed day 15...
Yesterday I went to the eye doctor for a checkup. The doctor said, "Everything is just fine" and my eyes are "perfectly healthy" but the increased blurriness is a side effect of, "AGING".
Essentially he told me I was OLD! I've never been hurt by that before when my students would guess my age and say something like, "76" or "80", but somehow, having been a stay-at-home dad has softened me a bit! I couldn't believe my ears...I had ignored the gray hair, I had even ignored the increased wrinkles here and there...BUT NOW ANOTHER ADULT IS TELLING ME I'M OLD?!?!
And then he said, "I'm writing you a prescription for PROGRESSIVE lenses." For those of you who don't know what that means, it means YOU'RE NOT AS YOUNG AS YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE!
So, my day was pretty much starting out 'NOT SO FUN' for me.
WAIT A MINUTE! So, I'm still recovering from my trip to the eye doctor, and the shock of being told I need progressive lenses and I'm looking for a clean shirt to wear when I ask my dear wife, "Honey, do we have any clean baskets of laundry anywhere?" to which she responds, "I don't know, have you done any laundry?"
Now, I don't have anything against helping out around the house, doing the shopping, the occasional INTENTIONAL cleaning, feeding the children (when they say they are hungry), taking care of the baby...but I never realized that I would be in charge of the laundry. "Don't worry," she continued, "I've thrown in a load of whites for you. And, I already washed the diapers." (!)
