1. So far, in the course of less than two weeks, I’ve broken several things. Last week, a bowl jumped right out of my hand, and smack, landed on the floor and shattered.
2. This week, I banged a bowl on our lovely granite counter tops while attempting to put it in the dishwasher, and smash, it cracked into three large pieces.
3. Last night, I was getting out a water pitcher for some ladies I was having over, and dinged it on my glass measuring cup. I still haven’t found the scrap of glass yet. I’m sure I’ll step on it, though.
4. And finally, this morning, I don’t even know how it happened, but I knocked a glass over and it broke into a million pieces on the counter top (again).
What’s a girl to do? I think I’m going to pad our house and pad myself. At hubby’s recommendation, I’m also going to resist the urge to operate heavy machinery or climbing any ladders. Also, I’m to avoid flying on the trapeze and tight rope walking.
And, while I’m at it, I might pad #1, too, because she has been refusing to take a nap for the last 2 hours and I’m at my whits end!!!