Hitting Bottom: A Girl & Her Glasses
If I could reclaim all the time that I have spent looking for my reading glasses, I could live to be a hundred. I even lost them for several minutes while I was writing this blog post. (Not kidding!)
Apparently, I am incapable of keeping track of exactly where they are at any given moment. Usually they alternate between teetering precariously on the tip of my nose to perching on the top of my head. They make that round trip about a thousand times a day. Hey, sometimes I’ve even found two pairs on top of my head!
Then there are other times, when I seem to unconsciously take them off and leave them in ever-increasingly-bizarre places around the house, much to my husband’s chagrin.
“What are you doing?” “I’m looking for my glasses!” is an almost constant call and response in our house.
So to my story: I was in the midst of having an unusually productive day. I had unpacked some boxes, cleaned the kitchen, laundered the bedding, taken a swim, done some paperwork, thrown stuff into recycling, and even started to repair a cellular blind. But when I reached up on top of my head to grab my glasses, I found myself crazily clutching at air. They weren’t there.
ARGH! Not again. This set me off on a search of the house. I looked everywhere. Nada. Zilch. Bupkis.
Sensing my frustration (and also sensing that his day wasn’t going to get any better until my glasses were located), my hubby joined in the search. We both carefully retraced my steps to no avail. The poor guy even searched through the big blue recycling container in case they might’ve tumbled into it as I threw stuff away. I headed into the bedroom to un-make the bed, hoping maybe they might be hiding inside a pillowcase or something.
And that’s when I heard Hubby yell “I found them!” I started running towards his voice only to hear, “And you’re not going to like it!”
He was outside. He was laughing. Laughing so hard that tears were actually rolling down his cheeks. When he finally regained his composure, he looked at me and oh-so-smugly said, “I think there needs to be a picture of this. And a ‘post’ of some sort!”
My glasses were lying on the bottom of the swimming pool. Yep. Apparently, I had jumped in to take a swim with my glasses still neatly perched on top of my head.
Me and my glasses had both finally hit bottom.