Nervous Breakdown Happily Concluded

Last night I gave in to the realities of my existence and went to Smiths and Maceys without children to do my big two-week grocery shop. I have resisted going in the evening because I hate leaving my house when Timothy is in it. It just hurts me to waste valuable Tim time. However, I was purchasing a few things from Smiths case lot sale and a few things for the family reunion plus all the things for my own menus (which have some new, interesting recipes on them--I'll let you know if any turn out well). Too much for a trip with four kids. Usually I strap Eli onto me with a little carrier and then get the cart that seat two and put Emeline backwards where there's a large NO CHILDREN sign. But again--I was just getting too much stuff.

And I was taking my new glasses back to Shopko to get a new screw. I was playing with the kids and Cowen nocked my glasses off and the screw came out. I put the glasses and lens into a glasses case and then in my purse until I could take them to get fixed. But that was almost two weeks ago. I didn't want to take kids with me and I didn't want to miss Tim time and I've been sick. But last night I decided to make the effort.

So I walked into Shopko, took out the case, took out the glasses and voila. No lens. WAH!! I checked all through my purse, all over the floor of my van. Nothing. Sadly, I left Shopko and made my other purchases. When I got home I couldn't check for the lens in my room because our light burnt out and we're out of lightbulbs (which I forgot to purchase). This morning I looked all over my room and--no lens.

The first glasses I've purchased in seven years and I lost a lens. I wanted to beat myself. You have to understand--my prescription is so high that it is impossible for me to get a good deal on glasses or contacts. Contacts cost $500 a year for me. Yeah, sad. Buying a new lens wouldn't be a $50 dollor sort of proposition. Not by a long shot. As I no longer have insurance of any kind, you can appreciate my terrible sadness this morning. The lens could have fallen out anywhere.

But then this morning I recieved a phone call from the lovely girl who works at Shopko and she FOUND MY LENS!! It had slipped out of the case when I hadn't noticed and fell behind her desk. She remembered when I had purchased the glasses, looked up all the sales from that month, recognized my name and CALLED ME!! She's my HERO!!

So, no more need to panic on that score. Now I can go downstairs and tell my children they get to paint today. And experience a whole different kind of panic.