
I just spent the last 2 hours trying to convince Tara that
new glasses are a good thing.
Especially if the old glasses are broken and being held together with shrink tubing (see photo above!)
She didn't seem to appreciate my attempt to buy her a new, expensive accessory. Or the fact that I closely resembled a three ring circus as I bounced
Kyra in the Bjorn, pushed Amy in the stroller, and simultaneously picked glasses for Tara to try and refereed the boys' near wrestling matches in 3, yes 3, different stores!
I felt like a woman on the verge of tears each time a frame was rejected.
I haven't actually had a root canal to compare, but I think this was at least as painful!
AND WE STILL DON'T HAVE NEW GLASSES!