I don’t remember ever being this clumsy. I have had my moments where I do one small thing which snowballs into something ridiculous, but this week, I can’t seem to stop breaking things or getting hurt somehow.
Last Saturday, I knocked over a ceramic watering can that my mother-in-law gave me. While trying to clean it up, I got a piece of it stuck deep in my finger. Terry ended up having to take care of it for me. While he was cleaning it up, I managed to walk into a doorway- please note I said into, not through. Later, I tripped down the basement stairs (luckily only three from the bottom) and spilled my basket of clothes.
After Terry left on Sunday, I figured I was good for a while, that I had just had a bad day.
On Tuesday, Ariana bit my finger hard enough to make it bleed. This was about 5 minutes after I cut my thumb with a paring knife while trying to cut up an apple for the girls. I tripped on the basement steps again, this time halfway down, but I managed to keep the laundry in the basket this time!
My luck was improving until today when I once again got myself with the stupid paring knife (which I’m never using again). This was not long after I had spilled hot coffee on myself, which was about an hour after I had fallen out of bed.
So, if anyone could recommend a good padded room, I’m in the market for one, preferably in pink, but not this shade.