Tomorrow is a day that I’ve been excited about for a long time. It’s Farm School Orientation for Max and I get to see what a typical day will be like for him. I have high hopes for this year, yet I’m feeling butterflies. The class meets once a week for 33 weeks (THIRTY-THREE WEEKS!) and there is stuff that goes along with that, like packing lunches (!), homework (!!), muddy farm chores (!!!), and nervously wondering if he is behaving himself (!V).
There are 19 kids, 3rd-5th grade, in the class with a teacher assistant and 2 interns. This homeschool mom is not ready, I won’t lie.
But I trust that it’s going to be a good experience for both of us. Even if I find out my lunch packing skills are not up to par.
Tomorrow is also a day that I am dreading. Right after orientation, I have to scoot on down the road to an eye doctor appointment. I know you wouldn’t believe this, but it’s been eight months since my last follow-up regarding my cornea (which I scratched repeatedly in the midst of dealing with a broken foot and other medical dramas blogged about in 2009). The last appointment was a good one because my doctor finally gave me a clean bill of health, but advised getting a certain test done to see if surgery would be a good preventative measure.
Well. On Saturday I scratched my cornea again. I was getting ready to go for a run with my sister and I rubbed my eye the wrong way, and that was it. I was in bed most of the day, the pain was bad. I just had to take some Tylenol PM and sleep it off. By evening I was better and the ointment and drops that I have used all this time made a big difference but it has not been a fun couple of days.
So, I dread the appointment tomorrow. I never got the test I was supposed to get (the reasons? not convenient, hate beltway traffic, would rather live in denial I suppose, the idea of eye surgery terrifies me, should I go on?) and I’m wondering if I’ll get a big sigh out of my doctor.
As if an appointment with your eye doctor isn’t uncomfortable enough. It’s close quarters and he’s looking at, and asking questions about, my eyeball. My EYEBALL!
I’m sure it’s not going to be that bad.