Hey, Pals. Short post today because, well, I can’t see. At least not well. My left eye is a throbbing blur, and my right eye has decided to become watery and light sensitive.
Allow me to explain.
I was buckling my two-year-old into her carseat today to take her and my five-year-old daughter to the mall. After I buckled my two-year-old, as I often do I kissed her on the leg. She’s in a mischievous state of mind these days and is given to biting and scratching to see what my response will be. And no, please don’t make any Linda Blair jokes about her—she’s as sweet and wonderful and amazing as any daughter could be.
But man, those thumbnails are sharp.
One moment I’m bent over kissing her chubby knee, and the next she’s plunging that hard blade of thumbnail into my left eye and then jerking down.
Yeah…that sort of hurt. I feel like a putz for going to the E.R., but one of my relatives who works in the eye field demanded I be seen today because corneal abrasions can sometimes lead to even worse things. Like loss of eyesight in the eye. And that wouldn’t be my ideal way to celebrate our nation’s independence.
So I’m here. I’ve been trying to write, but my eyes keep watering up, and the screen is a blearily glowing rectangle.
Have a great Fourth, Friends. I’ll be wrestling with my daughters and my son this afternoon and then lighting fireworks later. With safety goggles on.