I’m so happy that 2015 and 2016 are over! So far 2017 has been okay. Not great and yet not sucky. Just okay. And okay is A-okay in my book because for me 2015 and 2016 were soul sucking years that I still need to fully recover from. Actually 2015 started off pretty good, but then my cat got very sick, very fast, and it was all downhill from there. One particular low point of 2015 started Thanksgiving night. We just have dinner with us, our family of 5. No one comes over and we don’t go visiting. We’ve done those ways in the past and we prefer it to be just us. This low point happened late at night, after dinner was done and I had taken my daughter to work so she could do her Black Friday shift (she volunteered so someone else could stay home and be with their family).
My daughter working on Black Friday threw off our plans a bit. We usually head out and do Black Friday shopping once everyone goes to bed. Please don’t judge. Stores have the most amazing deals, you can get the bulk of your shopping done and save a HUGE amount of money. And, it’s my understanding that many of the people working Black Fridays shifts have volunteered to work. Not all, but most. My daughter works at Target, so a few hours after I dropped her off I went over to Target around midnight or so, when all of those crazy crowds have subsided a bit. I didn’t go into Target for their door buster deals or anything like that. No, my lame ass went in to pick up groceries and dog food.
I wasn’t there long, just until after 1:00 a.m. maybe. I got home, watched the rest of Shallow Hal that happened to be playing on HBO, then I went to bed. I had one of those moments in bed where you get all nice and comfy and you’re just about to fall asleep and suddenly your bladder kicks into gear and you have to get up and go. I usually put the hall light on when it’s that late because our bathroom is right at the top of the staircase and I’m a mega klutz. That had been a deep-rooted fear of mine since the day we moved into our house back in the summer of 2000, that I was going to fall down those stairs. And it would happen either while I was carrying a laundry basket or our infant son in my arms.
But, on this particular night I didn’t turn on the hall light. My husband had been having some restless and sleepless nights for the past month, he was sound asleep and I didn’t want to take the chance of waking him up. I felt my way in the dark by touching the wall but that didn’t matter. Somehow I over shot the bathroom by just a step, I felt my foot bend down the top stair, I lost my balance and I went head first down those 7 remaining carpeted bastards.
Hey look! Deep-rooted fears can come true…
Hey, I really try my best to look for the positive in any situation. It’s been almost 2 years since this so very me moment happened and I’d like to share with you the lessons I took away from this little incident.
Lessons Learned From My Trip Down The Stairs:
My foot did heal up nicely. I was back to taking outside walks by Christmas Day (remember back in 2015 it was like 70 degrees here in NJ on Christmas Day?). It took those rug burns a little more than a month to clear up completely. My ankle was tight for a bit too but I knew from a previous fall (see the trend?) where I messed up my other foot with just soft tissue damage, no broken bones, that it could take a couple of months for that to heal. I was as good as new and back to normal by spring time 2016.
I truly hope this got you to giggle a bit. It’s okay, giggle and laugh away. I do when I think back on it.
Is anyone else a certified klutz, or is it just me?