I Can't See Mama1 photo

Mama, I Can’t See

And now for something completely different…

I’m driving home and my daughter starts yelling: I CAN’T SEE, MAMA.

Me with my nervous medical school rolodex spinning widely for SUDDEN BLINDNESS says: What? You can’t see? Why? I’m driving and I can’t turn around. WHAT’S GOING ON? N?


So I adjust my rear view mirror…

I Can't See Mama1 photo
Are those stickers?
I Can't See Mama2 photo
Yes. Yes, they are.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on LateEnough.com, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

14 thoughts to “Mama, I Can’t See”

  1. Awesome! Must be going around, because my two year old freaked out this morning when my husband put her scarf on her (yes, she wears a scarf. It’s ridiculous, I know). Apparently the scarf covered her mouth and she started yelling “help, my mouth can’t see!”…

  2. That is awesome! I’m putting that little trick in my arsenal.

    I thought of you yesterday evening, when I was considering my certain demise after having my esophagus damaged by a tortilla chip. You should feel lucky in the fact that Dr. Google (and the New England journal of med) saved you from my panicked questions regarding esophageal perforation.

    1. Death by tortilla chip would be one scary google search. I imagine perforated esophagus was easier on the eyes. Also, I like that a tortilla chip in throat makes you think ALEX. Kinda. Haha.

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