I recently started wearing glasses again. I have a fairly weak prescription; actually, it’s a very weak prescription, which is why I haven’t worn glasses in about two years.
Well, shoot, that’s not entirely true either. I initially STOPPED wearing glasses because Tyler broke both my regular glasses and my prescription sun glasses. I spent around $300 on the two pair of them, and in the simple act of walking, my two year old son (at the time) destroyed them. It’s quite possible that he sat on the sunglasses and walked on the regular glasses, but that’s just semantics, right?
It began bothering me recently. We own an HDTV, and I had to watch everything with a slightly blurred hue. The catalyst to my finally going to the optometrist was nighttime driving. Although my eyesight was well enough for driving without “corrective lenses”, I just felt uncomfortable when it was dark.
Dark AND rainy? Now, that sucked!
With two kids, I had absolutely no intentions of buying two more pair of expensive frames. I had no intentions of buying one pair of expensive frames. After paying my $10 copay at RX Optical, it was off to the internet to search for “cheap prescription glasses”. Seriously, that’s precisely what I searched for. I ended up at Zenni Optical (and am quite pleased with the glasses I purchased from them, in case you’re in the market) and picked out a pair. $35 dollars later, and a few days wait, here I am with spectacles.
Tyler asked me about my glasses yesterday, and even tried them on. Remind me, by the way, to take a picture, because he is one handsome DEVIL in glasses. And by devil, I literally mean devil. He’s been an absolute turd over the recent past. I’ll try to blog some of this, because I really shouldn’t concentrate this entire site to the good and the funny aspects of my life as a father.
I explained to Tyler that I used to wear glasses when he was younger. I told him what happened to them. He had a look of concern on his face, and I feared that he may feel guilty for ruining my glasses.
“It’s okay though Tyler. I’m not mad about it (anymore). It wasn’t your fault. It was an accident and was a long time ago.”
“I know daddy. It was your fault.”
I’ve warned Sarah that his mouth is going to get him into a LOT of trouble when he gets older. She laughs… as do I… But mark my words, many visits to the principal’s office will be in our future.