To see or not to see (Anna)

My glasses snapped the other day. Right in half. An hour with a bottle of glue got me no closer to fixing them.

I reverted to an old pair, literally held together by thread so the arm doesn't fall off. They slip off my nose when I wear them. The prescription is a little old, so my view of the world took a turn for the worse.

And then this morning, from the bathroom, I heard Caroline say "Oh shit". When I appeared on the scene, she said "I'm really sorry. I stepped on your glasses." Now I am notorious for leaving my glasses in bad places, so I sighed, and rolled my eyes (at myself) and said "Oh well, they shouldn't have been on the floor anyway. Serves me right." Caroline replied "Well, actually, I knocked them off the sink with my belly, and then I couldn't see where they had gone and I stepped on them while I was looking for them." Which of course made me melt, because any reference to the beautiful belly has that effect on me.

So, I learnt two things today.
1) Apparently, I'm not meant to see much this week.
2) Kids break stuff. Even before they're born :)

So I guess there's a new thing on my list. Buy glasses.