We took Will to the eye doctor on March 20th and found out that he needs glasses. So, we ordered them that day and shelled out $272 for them. I have been calling since Tuesday of this week every day about them. (That's when they said they would be back) I got a call a few minutes ago from the office who said that there had been a breakage at the lab and it would be probably another week.
I think all of my stress and frustration must have been boiling at the surface and barely contained. Because I totally lost my cool with the girl. (So bad that I apologized after I did it!) I just flipped out. I don't know why. It doesn't get the glasses here any sooner. It doesn't make them cost any less. It doesn't make his vision perfect again like it was last year. I think it was just the straw that broke the camel's back. I feel so bad, I may have to bake that girl a cake or something. I wasn't mad at her at all, she was just the unfortunate person on the phone to give me about the last piece of bad news I could stand!!
I'm really beginning to wonder if I need some Prozac or something!!!!????!!!!
What's the old saying "If you think you're crazy; you're probably not."
I may disagree with that one!