So I’ve been clumsier than clumsy lately. I keep doing stupid things, and saying stupid things and it’s really annoying.
Lately my life is a string of really clumsly and stupid events, things like falling, tripping, dropping, almost killing myself in the car. I spill on myself constantly, and some days it’s funny because all I can do is laugh and some day’s it’s just another reason why I don’t want to live anymore. (Not really but you get my drift)
The boy and I were laughing so hard at me the other day, when I dropped my pop AGAIN all over the living room carpet. Earlier I had tripped over one of the cats, been late to work, and on and on.
Today my morning started out by hitting another car in the parking lot. I didn’t hurt either car, I have a small scrape on the front left bumper. I was turning to park in the parking space and did the thing where you “almost swipe” the car next to you because you’re so close. Except I went really slow at the almost swipe part, and I’m *pretty* sure I swiped a little. The entire side of the other car is smashed up from something else I’m assuming, and so when I got out to tell all I saw was a small scuff on my bumper. WHO KNOWS if it was there before I just am making something out of nothing, but I feel HORRIFIC that I’m so clumsy and clueless I might have hit someone’s car. And people were in the parking lot and saw me, so they might tell that person I hit their car and then I might have to deal with that.
Isn’t being two weeks away from birth enough to warrant you staying in bed until the baby is born?
