We made it through a 3-hr appointment today (the dr ofc was running an hr late, but still ...) difficult child tried and tried but was still unsuccessful at putting in and taking out new contacts. He refuse to wear glasses because he doesn't like things on his face, but suddenly, it's looking more attractive than bloodshot eyes and loads of frustration. He had the option of going back again today, or going back next week. He chose next wk. (Fine by me; my back went out, and I have poison ivy. I don't know which one of us wanted to go home worse.) It was kind of fun watching difficult child try on his first new pr. Sort of a coming-of-age rite.