Thursday afternoon, I had LASIK on my eyes.
My vision is now, apparently, 20/20.
(However, I have plenty of halos and haziness plus a rogue scratchiness and watering in my right eye. Maybe I will blog in detail about the whole thing when I can see my computer screen better.)
For now, I have a more important story to tell:
Friday night, I put Mackenzie down to bed at 8:30 and went downstairs to try to read a book. Scott was at the temple.
Mackenzie loves her crib and typically will spend several minutes puttering away up there happily until she drifts off to sleep. I got rather absorbed in my book and realized a whole hour had passed and the girl was still blabbering brightly to herself. It was surprisingly distinct, with no signs of sleepiness at all. I considered checking on her, but instead I somehow passed out cold on the couch, book still open, chin on chest.
Having ones eyes lasered is quite tiring, as it turns out.
Scott came home an hour later and after going upstairs to change, he gently roused me. “Honey?” He said, trying to stifle a chuckle… “Is there a reason you put Mackenzie to bed with the light still on in her room?”
Oh. Well THAT explains it.
The poor girl didn’t realize it was bedtime so she played in her crib with her bear and blanket for at least an hour, then conked out some time before Scott came home. With the lights still ablaze above her.
I feel terrible but like most parenting slip-ups, this is funny in hindsight. My girl has such a sweet temperament, she just made the most of it, I guess.
In happier news, she continues to live the life of a panda bear. She eats shoots and leaves all day long, naps for 3-4 hours, then sleeps 12 hours a night like this: