For me, nothing is better than taking my contacts out, removing my make-up (or not caring about it), and rubbing my eyes. It is a rarity for me since I sleep with my contacts in and generally have make-up on during the day.
Tonight was one of those "rub your eyes until it hurts" nights.
I absolutely could not wait to rush home and let the eye-rubbing commence. It is such an amazing feeling to be able to finally rub them without worrying about make-up smearing or having a contact come out or even tear.
As with many pleasures, there is an ever so slight sting that comes with the great joy of rubbing an eye. It is hardly noticeable, yet in some ways makes me extremely grateful that I have allowed myself to not worry about the few things that naturally come when wearing contacts. It's a sting that keeps me aware and thankful that I have such delicate assistance that help me to see clearly each and every day.
You can read between the lines or take it at face value... both are accurate applications.
The latest and greatest...
Tyler is playing basketball and finally loves it. It took a few weeks for him to warm up to the idea, but he now has the hang of it and is ready to pose for the camera every time he scores. Watching a group of kids, ages four and five, run up and down the court is just about the cutest thing I have ever seen. This last week I turned into "that mom." Truthfully, my friend and I turned into, "those moms" since I was not alone. We were ready to take down a few five year olds who were bullying our kids on the court. So yes, I am THAT mom, and yes, I am saving money for my child's therapy.
Tyler really does love playing and the #6 shirt doesn't hurt either. Now he is claiming that he wants to be a basketball player AND a drummer when he grows up.... AND wants to do both at the same time. I had to break the news to him that drumming and playing basketball simultaneously has clown-like tendencies, and I'll be able to use his college fund to off-set the therapy costs. ;)
I am loving my new school and am very happy I made the change. I miss my old clan at Golden, but the new start has been refreshing. I found out last week that I will be able to go part-time next year. I have a partner (at my school) and we turned in our proposal and received approval for next year. I'll be teaching 60% and she will be teaching 40%. I am thrilled to have this opportunity, and excited to start a new adventure.
I am once again having some serious trouble with my shoulder. I'm going to leave it at that, since the recent wound is a little too fresh to recap. It hurts. Constantly. For me to admit that I'm in pain is pretty major, and I would venture to say that if the doctor says the "surgery" word I might actually listen this time. At this point I'll do just about anything to have it not dislocate. It's THAT bad.
