Monday, March 7, 2011

Is that a log in my eye?

This "do as I say, not as I do" moment was brought to you/me by Contact Lenses...

So this morning Harrison and DH are both getting ready for work, and I was putting together their lunches, and Harrison starts yelling "MOM!!" all frantic-like. I go down to see what's going on and he has dropped his contact. Fantastic.

Somehow I stopped myself from most of the comments assigning blame, and implying that he did it on purpose just to mess with my head. I think it's safe to say that it really was an accident. However, I pretty near severed my tongue in my efforts to avoid pointing out to him that - 1)maybe he should be putting in contacts in a more controlled environment like, say, the bathroom, so that there's less places for a dropped contact to hide; and 2)maybe if he kept his room clean(er) it would be a heckuva lot easier to search!!!!

I wasted some lunch-making time helping him search for a bit, finally told him to just wear his glasses and I would keep looking after they got to work ON TIME. He left reminding me to go back and look for it. As if I might think it wasn't important at all, when those contacts cost a small fortune, and he's functionally blind without them. Thank goodness we got the new glasses for him last week so that he could see clearly to go to work, without looking like a complete dufus at the same time.

And yes, I did find the contact lens after being fortified with the first coffee of the day, and then spending around half an hour of dedicated search time. Interrupted by the cat... I had to lock the cat up while I conducted the search - I was picturing the contact sticking to a paw and the cat carting it off somewhere.

Now at this point, I have not yet said what I was thinking - the well-intentioned advice about putting in contacts in the bathroom instead of bedroom, and cleaning the bedroom. From DH's experience, I know that even the bathroom isn't fool-proof, because the cat is inordinately fond of the rubber sink stopper and will carry it off to play with at every possible opportunity. However, at least the solution is simple - lock the cat out while dealing with contacts so the stopper stays put. And while I'd love to tell the man-child that his room needs cleaning, I've got a problem - the "do as I say, not as I do" problem. Rats. I hate it when I catch myself being hypocritical. So now, late in the day, I'm thinking that maybe - just maybe - I should clean SOMETHING in my own bedroom so that IF it comes up again and I do some preaching about maintaining a tidy living space, I might be able to get away with it. On the basis that hey, at least I'm trying.

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Sandy said...

So did you find the contact?!

KymPossible said...

I did! And not only that, but I *think* he even said "thank you" it was awhile ago, so I'm a little fuzzy on the details now. ;-)

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