I've often wondered if having One of Those Days was my attitude. On a regular day, am I able to shake it off? Usually I can manage to do two things at once, but evidently not to day. As I was saying to my almost 12 year old that she was not having a five hour party, I slipped on the stairs. Luckily, I pulled on the rail and only slammed my back into the rail, stopping the fall. I sat down on the stair to regroup, and felt a little hand rubbing my back. Who knew I'd learn how to comfort someone from a child? (I am notoriously unfeeling about scrapes and tears). Today I was given the gift of knowing for certain that Bad Days do happen, and on the last day of the year, no less. First understand that I am prone to understatement as opposed to exaggeration. The events of this story are real.
In my deep sleep, I heard rustling paper, which turned out to be my daughter digging up paper to write her birthday party plan. At the same time, I heard the four year old slide the back door open and yelling,”Don't worry, he'll come back!" (turns out he was talking about the cat, not the dog. Whew).
Holding the party list, wearing my slippers, I headed down the stairs reading the party plan, which is when I fell, as previously described. I don’t know about you, but having reached 40, I am well aware of my age. I do fear falling. It hurts much worse now than when I was fifteen. So it really shook me up, evidently more than I realized.
I always go in and start coffee right away. Stepped away to do other mundane things and when I came back to check on it: What you can’t see in the photo are all the grounds floating at the top of a full basket.
I also managed to dump the water from the reservoir all over the floor while cleaning the machine. There were grounds everywhere. Of course, the greatest travesty was that I also got water on my four year old’s Sit n Spin.
So, 2011: Adios. I’ll miss most of you, and thanks for the lesson.
