TOO MUCH HELP.

Miss B is VERY helpful. But sometimes she is FAR too helpful.

I have been having problems with my contacts. One day they would be fine, The next I would swear I had them in the wrong eyes. Turns out, Miss B was "helping" me, by switching the lids. Strangely, even though occasionally my contact lens solution would "evaporate" overnight, it never occurred to me that I was getting "help". Yes, I am a dope! This morning I was doing my "I need to call the eye doctor, my eyes are doing that thing again" blink. While putting Bronte's hair in pigtails, she started to mess with the contact lens case. Suddenly I had an A-ha moment, so I asked my sweet helpful child if she likes changing the lids when the contact lenses are in there... "Sure Mommy, I am helping you. Making them perfect." My case is U shaped and Miss B likes the U up with R on the right side. Some times I put the R on the right side with the U facing down so she "fixes" it. UMmmm yeah! My sister said she reminded her of somebody with OCD, I didn't take it seriously. Rethinking things.

For some reason I now feel like I must include these: (a-ha Moments and visual disturbances meet OCD?)




G-D bless,
Tiff