This morning began with the usual frenzy. I was all set to rush out the door earlier than usual when I realized I didn't have my glasses on. HOW exactly I didn't realize this until the last minute escapes me but whatever. I figured they're easy enough to find because I often set them down in predictable spots.
I calmly checked all the usual places but no glasses. I checked again.
Checked four more times, zilch.
I started to panic after about 20 minutes of this because I realized I was going to have to leave without them or be late. Being late at my job is not an option, not really. We get in trouble if we're even 2 minutes past sign-in time, but that's a topic for a whole different blog post.
Since my vision is 20/200 (which means I can see at 20 feet what the normal person can see at 200 feet) it's not a great idea for me to drive without them. I have NO backup pairs right now, the one pair I did have is at the eyeglasses store getting repaired.
Did I mention it's not so easy to LOOK for glasses when you can't see?
Time was running out. I started dismantling the entire house, ripping apart the bedroom, pulling chairs and tables back from walls wondering if they'd somehow fallen behind or under furniture.
I was about to take the very mature problem-solving stance of dissolving into a fit of cursing and tears when suddenly I found them. Of all freaking places, you know where they were?
On the floor by the dishwasher.
For frak's sake.
I had put my (NEW, mind you) glasses on the counter last night, piquing the cat's attention. She decided to investigate her nouveau toy while I blissfully slept, playfully batting them to the ground into scratch and crush territory.
And that was just how my day STARTED.