So said an acquaintance I ran into at the store today.
As if I hadn't noticed.
No, I don't just need to straighten them. They are permanently wonky, and if I try to bend them back, the left temple is sure to snap off at the hinge (I actually looked up the correct names of the parts of eyeglasses to be able to communicate that - who the hell knew the arm-thingies were called temples?). My lovely 3-year-old Alex got a hold of them while I was in the shower, and they are now beyond repair.
So get new ones, you say.
Great idea, except...we don't have the money. At least, that is not the way I want to spend the money we do have.
See, Jackson needs shoes. Hannah needs tights, shoes, leotard, and makeup for her upcoming production, and we have to buy tickets if we actually want to see her perform. Alex needs swim lessons this summer. Tyler wants to play soccer.
I mean, I could get new glasses, but I'm choosing to wait until we're flush or until these glasses won't stay on the end of my nose. That's what a mother does.
So if you see me, and my head is tilted to the side, and you're wondering what the hell is wrong with me...now you know.
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