Just home from an exciting expedition to get DS’s eyes checked. I am so proud of him. He hates having the stinging eye drops in (who wouldn’t) but once we got to the clinic he was chatty and charming. Last time it took two parents for the doctor to be able to look into his eyes - DH had him in a headlock and I was waving my phone behind the doctor to try and get him to open his eyes. This time he sat by himself on the chair, chatting away and doing as the doctor asked. I could have burst, I was so damned proud of him!
So apparently his eyes are good, no major change to his prescription, and all things being equal they will discharge him after his next check in 6 months, and we’ll just go to the normal opticians. Hopefully he won’t need any squint surgery or eye patching 👍
Then we went to Waitrose on the way home (gasp), followed by a drive-thru coffee (double gasp), topped off with driving over a brand new bridge on our way home - it’s the replacement for a bridge that was damaged in a crash about five years ago, it’s on such a tiny lane we thought they’d never fix it. The road must be about two feet narrower where the forest has encroached onto it.
I need a quiet sit down to cope with all the excitement, tbh.
And they got my order right too! So I got my decaf 👍👍