I’m clumsy. Not in a “I’ve broken every bone in my body” kind of way, but just in general. I trip up, I stumble, I fall down. Stuff like that.
The reason I bring this up is that I’m currently sporting a humongo (that’s humongous, mom) bruise on my arm that everyone seems to notice and comment on. Many times in the last two weeks I’ve heard, “Ohmygoodness, honey – what on Earth happened to your arm?” As much as I want to tell them a cool story, like, “I was wakeboarding and didn’t land my tantrum” or “I went rock climbing last weekend” – all I can say (honestly, anyway) is that I fell down my stairs.
Today, I hit my head on my desk while reaching underneath to turn my heater on (yes, it is cold in my office and yes, it is 100 degrees outside). Last night I hit my shin on my bed frame while turning down the comforter. Last week I tripped over my dog’s leash and almost face planted into the sidewalk (in front of two other neighborhood walkers, naturally). This time last year I sliced my finger to the bone while cutting rose stems. These incidents are never fun, but I always take comfort in knowing that I am not alone.
A good friend of mine married a guy who is quite possibly the most clumsy person I’ve ever met. He’s such a nice fellow, but he can spill a drink or drop a plate of food in a heartbeat. It’s pretty much guaranteed every time they have a meal. Another friend of mine is fairly clumsy herself, and in fact, just recently gave herself a black eye while unloading groceries from her car.
Why do some of us suffer from this clumsy curse? Is it to keep us humble? Remind us to slow down? Or, are others just more cautious than we are?
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i feel this post. just about 20 minutes ago i fell going UP the stairs at work. and now my 2nd toenail is really jacked up. like black.
Try turning just short of the doorway and running into the wall. Twice. Both incidents occured yesterday.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Situation_awarenesschop
Banged my head getting into my car last night, y'all. Hit my forehead, so I look like I have a horn now.
Hi Mandi, I'm Krissee's Mom but I had to chime in here. While answering the phone once, I hit myself on the browbone and gave myself a huge black eye. I don't think anyone believed me. PS, I enjoy your blog. M
Annette – falling "up" stairs happens to me with flip flops on. Dangerous.Ashlyn – are you living in a new place, hon? Ouch.Chop – thanks for the link. My problem now has a name: lack of situation awarenessKrissee's mom – I'll watch out for the telephones. I bet that was a funny one to explain. Also, I can't believe you read my blog! I'm thrilled, and a little scared of using bad words now. 🙂 Tell Krissee and Daniel to get "un-busy" and post more entries of those Daybies!
What kind of idiot gives herself a black eye by getting the groceries out of the car?!?!! 🙂