Over the past couple of days, things have started to get a little rough around here.
And by rough, I mean that I keep running into things.
Sunday morning, JW and I headed to church (not a common occurrence, but I keep re-trying it out), and despite my years of CCD, I decided that genuflecting (kneeling at the end of the pew for you non-Catholics) halfway on my way out was plenty.
After all, JW had promised me coffee when Mass was over, and it was over.
The priest told us to go in peace.
And get some breakfast, I assumed.
In any case, my lazy genuflecting resulted in me toppling out of the pew and smacking my leg on the armrest.
Either do it or don’t, was the message I got out of that.
Also received: one giant leg bruise.
Last night, I was on a late call in my boss’ office.
Someone was saying something that I disagreed with, and I became, somehow, physically agitated.
I flailed my arms dramatically and went to cross my legs.
I stubbed my toe so hard under my boss’ desk that I started bleeding.
If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all, was my takeaway there.
Also, one very bruised, mangled toe.
At this point I have decided to focus my energy on the positive, in the hopes that it will cause me less stress.
And also in the hopes that I’ll stop injuring myself long enough to walk down the aisle.
Wish me luck, chickadees.