- 3 years ago
- Wedding: September 2013
If I didn’t already know m FI loved me unconditionally, he proved so tonight.
It’s coming up to that time of month for me, and I got fitted for contacts today, the first time in my 28 years. Taking them out and putting them in have proven harder than I anticipated, but I had a session at the eye doctor where they had me put them in and take them out a few times, and it went ok. I would have left them in for the afternoon, but they had to dilate my pupils for a test afterwards, so I took them out.
I got home, and decided I would put them in to go for a walk with FI, so I could wear my sunglasses to protect my senstive eyes after being dilated. I go in to the bathroom and proceeded to try to put the right one in, which is my bad eye. The stupid thing kept slipping off my finger, and I had to keep dipping it back in the cleanser because I was afraid of it being dirty. At one point, I THINK I put it back in the case while I went to get paper towel to put on the counter to catch it if it falls again, but when I go back to get it, it’s gone missing.
I proceed to have a little meltdown, crying and cursing and swearing up a storm while I rip the bathroom apart trying to find this damn contact lens I just brought into the house not 2 hours earlier. My FI came in to help me look for it, I’ve just got too many hormones raging in me, and I went in to the bedroom and cried and swore for a good 15 minutes about how irresponsible I am, I’m just meant to have pictures with my eyes blocked at our wedding, etc. etc.
All the while my FI is still in the bathroom and has now totally cleaned it trying to find it for me. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I just need to go back to the doctor and ask for another one, when I had an epiphany. I found it on our box of wedding invitations on the kitchen table where I got the paper towel, it turns out it didn’t go into the cleanser/holder like I thought it did.
TL;DR – That time of month. Got fitted for contacts 1st time in 28 years, lost one within two hours of bringing home. Meltdown ensued, complete with tears and losts of swearing. FI cleaned bathroom top to bottom to help me find it, meanwhile it’s sitting right in plain sight in the kitchen, on our invitations. He loves me, he really loves me! LOL.
Any one else have hormonal meltdowns right before a period? Let’s hear some stories, make me feel a little less crazy! LOL