Tuesday, December 11, 2007

To do list

Pick-up contacts at Pearl

That was it. Looking back, it seems like that's all it ever is. Three pregnancies, each with increasingly dry eyes, thus rapidly ripped contacts. Panicked trips to the shop, "Can you provide me with a test pair while we wait for the order to arrive?" followed by test contacts, and then repeated messages at the house, "Ahh, Amanda? Your contacts are here, in fact they've been in for weeks. I hope you aren't still wearing those testers..."

It's embarrassing, so this time I swore I'd order them and pick them up quickly. Thing is, they never called, no reminders, other than my spidery red lines, ravaged left eyeball. Damnit.

I told Sean I was going to get them, I repeated the reminder, "Pick up contacts," with maddening frequency, wrote notes and planned a morning around the pick-up. I plotted how I would go about getting myself to that appropriate side of town at the right time without wasting too much time. I have an event the first weekend in February and I have been scouting decorations. I figured I could hit Target and scan the party section, pick up diapers, wipes and soap and then buzz across the street to the place I ordered my contacts.

I made it to Target, grabbed a basket and stood still as a statue at the entrance:

Why am I here?

It took about 90 seconds before the words "decorations" and "diapers" popped into my head.

"Phew, ok, let's do it."

I walked toward the diapers and was sidetracked by a display of boots. The girls need winter shoes and my luck will eventually give out and the real Adirondack winter will hit. I walked up and down the aisle fingering the different booties and galoshes.

"Is Briar an 8 or a 9?"

Again, I went absolutely still as I fought to let my brain have complete use of the resources at hand. No dice. I couldn't remember.

"Well, Avery is a 6.5." Then I remembered that Sean said the black shoes I bought her three weeks ago no longer fit.

"Damnit. Never mind." I took a few steps.

"Why am I here?" Three more steps took me to the the diaper aisle and it occurred to me that we were out. I grabbed diapers and continued down the aisle.

"Pick-up your contacts," I said to myself, noting the shop wouldn't open for another 30 minutes. I walked past the books, stopping to get a few for the air travel we have coming up and then moved past electronics.

"Oooh, batteries. I'll get the fire remote a new battery." I scanned the display and accepted that I was unsure about the size and didn't want to bring home yet another, "Not quite right" battery.

I rounded the corner, 2/3 of the way through the store.

"What am I looking for?" I looked around at the bike pumps, the dorm room stocking display and the pot holders. Nothing was calling to me. I stood there, stumped, until a woman grazed my side with a barely muted "You're in the way." Her cart was filled with tinsel and holiday inflatables.

"Decorations!" She turned and glared at me, the smiling carolers on her bedazzled sweater a striking contrast to her glower.

"Bitch," it was a thought, maybe hers, maybe mine.

I trolled the decoration aisle and found nothing so I made my way to the check out. I was distracted by a rack of dresses, the wails of Briar from the night before about a too small dress that she didn't want Avery to have.

"It's too small for you."

"But it's miiiiiiiiiiiiiine!"

"Ok, but honey, it doesn't fit you anymore."

"But it's miiiiiine, not A-reeeeeeee's!"

I picked out a dress for Briar and some shirts for Avery and took my basket to the check out. I looked longingly at the Starbucks counter, but let prudence rule as my morning cup at home had been sinfully strong. I inhaled deeply on my way out and enjoyed the mild buzz I could taste in the air.

The parking lot was treacherous and I put all my attention into not slipping. Once in the car I put my hands on the steering wheel, took a deep breath and said, "Contacts." I started the car, smiling as the seat warmer kicked in, and made my way out of the labrinthine parking lot. The traffic was insane and it seemed that the four radio stations we have programmed were all playing either the Natalie Cole and James Taylor rendition of Baby It's Cold Outside or that tearjerker song about the shoes. I flipped the switch and turned on my blinker.

I waited for a break in traffic and when it came hit the gas. Too much traffic and too much slush makes for dangerous conditions so I hugged the inside lane. About 2 miles later and four blocks from home I looked up and something caught my eye in the rearview mirror.

It was my left eye. My bloodshot, scary looking, new contact needing left eye.

"You're kidding!"

It was too late to turn back, no chance for a turn around until the street to our house.

"Seriously? I mean seriously, Amanda?"

So here I sit, 36 hours later, the shop is closed, my eye is raging and I know I'll forget to go tomorrow.

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The Hotfessional said...

Oh, you poor poor baby. This pregnancy really has wiped your mind, eh?

Snirk. Oops, sorry, that just popped out.

iheartchocolate said...

Girrrll, I do this on a daily basis. Daily, I tell you. I am not pregnant. I was like this before, during and after my pregnancies. What does that say about me?? I took to writing things on the outside of my hand, so I would not miss it. Get home, see my hand. Gosh, forgot again. I made two trips out specifically for, and forgot stamps. Third time around, got the stamps. Gees. I can relate. I go to one side of the room and wonder why I went over there...

Maggie said...

I vote for Lasik.

I had it (actually, I had PRK) in March. best thing I ever did.

Just wrote about it for our local city mag (they included a very flattering picture of me in 5th grade with my Sally Jesse Raphael glasses)

I'll link you a copy when it comes out.

Good luck, girl. Almost there. ;)

Mrs. Chicken said...

Is it terribly mean of me that this made me laugh? In the most loving way, of course.

Janet said...

Your poor, poor pregnancy hormone-soaked brain.

I stopped wearing contacts altogether. Now I mostly just walk around squinting at things in the distance because my glasses give me a headache. I'm developing a very attractive squint rivet between my eyes. I highly recommend this course of action to women who want to end up looking perpetually severe and annoyed.

Lisa Milton said...

Those are some mighty hormones at work, making baby girl pieces.

Take care...

jen said...

oh babe. i forgot about this part.

i loved the bitch line. maybe yours, maybe mine.

flutter said...

I am on my way.

Amanda said...

Hey, if this is making some of you laugh, I raise my arms in victory. I'd laugh if I weren't so busy trying to figure out why the hell I went upstairs and how I could have possibly boiled away another pot of water leaving charred noodles and a foul stench.

And Flutter, I'll take you!

painted maypole said...

it really does seem like pregnancy drains the brain cells

i realize it's not an option for you at the moment, but I loved my LASIK srugery!

Amy Y said...

Oh, Mama.
That ol' pregnancy brain is awful sometimes...
Personally, I like to change it up a lil bit after I get tired of blaming it on the blonde hair. ;)

Anne said...

My pet peeve: That you have to go pick them up!! They should send them to you!

Can you buy them on line?

How much is the surgery?

BetteJo said...

Welcome to peri-menopause! Okay, you're not there yet - but that no brain thing is one of the cardinal symptoms. And peri-menopause can last as long as 10 years before actual menopause! I am thrilled you'll get your brain back the same time you birth your baby because while I am truly enjoying your ditsy-ness - I think we would all miss the old Amanda!

Kimberly said...

I have done that so many times, it's not even funny (though it's funny when you do it). :-)

Pgoodness said...

*I* would send them to you! In fact, why don't you call and see if they will? It would so be worth the shipping charge and they could easily take your charge over the phone!! Poor thing!

Christine said...

oh lord i hate when tat happens. and the sad thing? i'm not even preggo!

Running on empty

dawn224 said...

oh mommy brain!

now why isn't sean getting them FOR you.....
or did you say that and my mommy brain didn't process....

karen said...

I know I'm pretty much half a year late to comment on this post but the info I have still may prove handy...my own contacts would languish at the store otherwise: 1-800-CONTACTS. Seriously. Good prices, delivered right to your door!