Well, I am determined to not let the eye thing not get me down. Never mind that I can't even read what I am posting right now for fear of pain. Never mind that I can't relax and I'm only getting two nights of sleep a week. Never mind that I feel weird every time I drive my car. I'm not letting it get to me.
I am watching my son play that marble game thing on the Wii Fit. It's pretty cool. He's enjoying himself, even if he has to be reminded that he can't jump on the Wii fit board. Still, he's learning to move his body in slight ways to put that little ball into the hole.
On another note: for the last three years my son has been in a behavior therapy program every Tuesday night with the exception of holidays and short breaks. This Tuesday is going to be his last night. He probably won't miss it, but Becca will. They have a sibling program that she really enjoys. She also has a baseball game tomorrow night, so she is making a difficult decision about where she wants to go. I might just save her the horrible torture of figuring out what she wants to do, but I have to figure out how.
I'm still in a good mood after all of that. Why? God is working some things out in my life during some difficult circumstances. Probably through the circumstances for some of it. I still have no idea why the eye thing is happening.
I got really irritated yesterday when on the way to church we discovered that someone had ripped the driver's side mirror off my mom's car. Not that it really was my fault, but I felt pretty responsible since I was the one who parked her car on the street instead of her parking spot. I just couldn't see well enough on the right side to park her car where it usually goes, which is right up next to a brick wall on the right. I probably could have made it, but I don't trust myself that much, so I parked on the street. Anyway, some idiot came and knocked it off. Today I was searching the internet for instructions on how to fix it and replacement parts. My mom thinks that she should fix it herself. She's pretty handy, but I don't really want to see her taking apart her car door. I don't know if she will be able to put it all back together.
Well, that's what is going on. God is still good.
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