One thing I can't stand is a hypocrite. And until last week, I was one.
"Take care of yourself so you can adequately take care of your family," is a mantra I do believe in. Honest. I even mention it in my book. But when it comes to eyesight, I've always put my daughter first with the thought of another exam bill (not to mention pricey glasses) enough for me to justify otherwise. Really, do I need to undergo those obnoxious eye drops for myself? I mean, I can still read the big "E" on the wall. Plus, do I really want to see all those "smile lines" on my face?
As much as I can make excuses with the best of them, I finally made the appointment, sat in the comfy chair in a long, darkened room, and had my eyes examined.
The week after a major reunion.
A reunion where my old glasses solidified my dorkiness to fellow alumnae.
But now, I'm "hip" again. As hip as a mom of a "diva teen" can be. K came with me to pick up my new specs and offered up a look of surprise when I put them on. "Wow, those look good on you! They really go coordinate well with you - and the purple really BRINGS OUT THE GRAY IN YOUR HAIR."
Yes, I'm still going gray. Yes, I can see what you mean.
Thanks, kid. As always, you're right. :)