I promise that one of these days I will sit down and write an actual blog post. You know, with a point. But for now, my incoherent ramblings with have to suffice.
I took Ava to story time again today. It was pirate day. She was given the pirate name Antonia Azriel Blackpearl. That is what I will call her when she is being a royal turd. Like today in the optometrists office. I was the mom with the out of control toddler rolling and screaming on the floor. I yelled at Antonia to behave, but she didn't listen.
We were at the eye doctor for an exam for Emily. Turns out she is very near sighted. She needs to be wearing glasses. We picked out frames and scheduled an appointment for fitting contacts because, apparently, it will ruin her life if she has to wear glasses to school. Luckily they now make contacts that you use for one day and throw away. No messing with solution and cases and such. After I spent two million dollars paying for all of the things necessary for my child to see, we left with Antonia Blackpearl under my arm shrieking at the top of her lungs.
On the agenda for tonight: wine, Modern Family, bed.