In case any of you were amazed and/or concerned about my positive, can-do attitude the past couple of weeks, I thought you’d like to know that I had a complete and total meltdown last Saturday. So emotional I could not function. Every time sweet Matt would check on me, I would begin to weep uncontrollably. I hadn’t cried at all about losing the baby and all that entailed, so this was an overdue catharsis. I don’t know why it took almost two weeks to hit, unless my psyche somehow knew a Saturday would be better, since Matt could manage my life while I had an all-day cry.
I didn’t tell you that so you’d feel sorry for me. Just thought you’d like to know it’s normal to be upset and cry. I really hate it when people act like life is jolly all of the time. Editing out the bad stuff is common practice in the blogosphere, and I think it does a disservice to other women.
In what could only be called a happy coincidence, my dear mother and father arrived the next day. I hope this won’t make anyone too jealous, but my mother does windows. She also cleans out refrigerators. And dusts long-neglected corners. And a whole slew of other tasks, without ever being asked. Never one to waste a vacation, my father is happy to discard rotten fruit (like enough apples to fill our rather large garbage can, and then some), trim shrubbery (some of which won’t bloom now, but I’m counting my blessings), and make helpful suggestions about one’s yard (“I think if I were you, I’d take that apple tree out.”).
While my parents were here helping me get more done in two days than I’ve accomplished in the last four months, I had the opportunity to volunteer a couple of hours at my childrens’ elementary school. I wondered, when they called to ask, why it would be necessary to check every single child’s vision each and every year. Wouldn’t their pediatrician check? Wouldn’t their parents notice they couldn’t see? Well, who knows what all of the scenarios are in these dear childrens’ lives, but I’ll just tell you that of the fifty or so kids I screened, at least half a dozen of them were definitely in need of vision correction (that’s in addition to all of the kids who have glasses already). How on earth were they functioning, I wonder? Some of them were just below the normal, but a couple had seriously, seriously, poor eyesight. Was it worth a couple of my precious hours to help identify a child who might soon be able to see the chalkboard, because they got the glasses they need? Yep.