For as long as I can remember, I've been a cluts. Growing up, it seems like I always had a battle wound of some kind. I have the scars to prove it. I worry constantly about the things my children do, that will inevitably injure one or both of them. Things like jumping on the couch or spinning around until they're too dizzy to stand up. Their favorite thing lately is running back and forth toward each other, with blankets covering their heads. Um...ok?
For me, my nemesis is the stairs. I think they have it out for me. (Can I make stairs into the antagonist of my next novel? Probably not.)
I fall up the stairs. I fall down the stairs. So far I haven't fallen through any stairs, but give me time. It's bound to happen.
Last week, I tripped while going up the stairs. Our top stair is a safety hazard. It's got a tile edge, and I constantly worry that the kids will crack a head open. So far, they've been fine. I, however, have not avoided injury. At least it wasn't my head. I scraped up my shin in two different places from that fall.
A couple of days later I was going down the stairs. It was right before church, and I was wearing my heels. Well, one of the heels caught on the carpet and I went down, face first. My legs buckled under me, and my other shin got scraped up.
So now I'm walking around with two wounded legs, not to mention my wounded pride.
I think I need to move into a rambler.
9 comments:
So wait you have two chins? Or are you talking about your shins?
Oops. Yes, sometimes I have two chins, but I did mean shins. Thanks. So everyone won't think me incapable, I've fixed it. :)
Fun blog, and I enjoyed this post a lot. And yes, I think you can easily make stairs your next antagonist! :)
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Ah, sorry you got hurt. I worry about my kids and the crazy stuff they try too. I really like the idea of turning the stairs into the antagonist of a novel. Evil stairs!
Maybe you should invest in shin-guards, like the soccer players use. . .
Ouch! The stairs are my nemesis as well. I literally never go down stairs without being aware of the possibility that they may betray me and send me hurtling to my doom. I'm forever grateful to whoever invented the handrail. It has saved me many a time. ;)
Aw, Andrea took my comment. :) You could probably find some cheap ones at the DI.
This is Rebecca from http://weaknessbecomingstrength.blogspot.com.
I enjoyed this post. I have some of the same klutz tendencies. I, however, don't need stairs. All that is required is my feet. The other day I managed to go flying in front of a room of about 25 people. It was only just slightly embarrassing.
Hey, every time my kids go through a clumsy stage, I tell them they're going through a growth spurt. You know what? I slipped down the stairs today.
You and I are sisters at cluts! :)
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