My big life!

Yesterday I visited the eye doctor for 2 hours of torture. When I was 11 years old I started wearing glasses because I told my parents that I saw two moons, they being the with-it parents they are, decided I might have an eye problem. So I got my first pair of glasses, pink plastic frames, and spent the next few days amazed that I could actually SEE leaves on a tree and shingles on a roof. Except for 9 years of wearing contacts I have been a 4-eyes. Lately though I have started to go bonkers because of the delightful combination of babies/toddlers and glasses and decided to switch back to contacts. Which is why I "enjoyed" the 2 hours of quiet time at the optometrist. The bright lights, puffing air, probes ON my eyes (arghhhh), numbing drops, cholesterol tests, and questions resulted in my coming home with two plastic discs on my little red eyeballs. If you have gone between glasses and contacts then you know what I mean when I say that everything is BIG. My coke bottle glasses make things look slightly smaller and now the size of everything is freaking me out. My baby is huge, especially his head (ouch!), all type looks like large print, leaves and flowers are enormous, my thighs, well we won't go there.