The Adventure Continues

I thought the rest of my day yesterday would go well. I got a nap, I went to the grocery store, and continued my adventures by trying out the new Lime Coke. When I got home I noticed my sons eyes looked a little pink. By dinner time they were flaming red. So being the good mother I am, my husband asked me to call the doctor. They eventually got back to me two hours later and suggested I go ahead and take him to an immediate care center. At this point it was close to nine o'clock. By the time I got myself and him ready to leave( I had to wake him up) it was nine-thirty. Fortunately we live near a hospital with a children's ER/Immediate care center. Otherwise I would have had to drive to downtown Atlanta. I had really wanted to go to the fabric store last night. But I put aside my desires, and took my son to the doctor. The children's ER is a hopping place. We had a very nice Dr. She had a nose ring. So $100 later we had a prescription for some eye drops. Eckerd is also an intriguing place after 10:00. The only other person in the store was a very young guy buying personal protection. When I went out to my car I saw his girlfriend/wife waiting in his truck. I don't get out much. I felt like I was in the midst of some existential short story about a drug store. I was dragging my half asleep 4 year old, who was wearing my jacket that reached to his ankles and had flaming red eyes flowing with goop , through the store, the clerks were quietly stocking the shelves. I feel like there should be some deep meaning to the whole event, but I can't think of what it might be. I have always enjoyed going to stores late at night or early in the morning. It makes me feel like a character in a story or in a cheaply produced independent film. Needless to say, it was an adventure. The best part of my night was that my 2 yr old slept through the night for the first time in a week. She had her adenoids removed and her ear tubes replaced last week. It was outpatient surgery and she recovered well during the day. But she hasn't been sleeping well at night. As I mentioned in my last post, I require large amounts of sleep.

I wonder if my lack of refreshing sleep is what induced me to cut off all my hair. I had over 14 inches of my hair cut off last week. It was almost to my waist, now it is above my ears. Everyone likes it. I feel free. You don't think about hair being a burden, but it can be. I also realized it made my head feel cluttered, and as I am trying to eliminate the clutter from my life, I knew it had to go. I am going to donate my ponytail to locks of love. Well, if I have any more adventures today I will relate them to you, my non-existant audience. Maybe I should tell somebody I have a blog.