They Don't Call Me Grace for Nothing

I have a nickname that my family sometimes uses when referring to me.  It comes from many years of uncoordination and being accident prone.  That name is Grace.  You would think that I would possess some sort of coordination since I grew up in dance class and went on to be a cheerleader all through middle school and high school, but for some reason, those abilities are solely isolated to those activities.

For instance, in middle school, I pretty much fell down the bleachers and on to the basketball court, during a basketball game while I was wearing my cheerleading uniform.  However, I went on to do stunts and choreograph dance routines with ease. 

Also in middle school, I was getting of the bus at a basketball tournament (yes, I played B team basketball in 8th grade) and I fell down the steps of the bus, while wearing a dress.  My bag and the contents of my bag scattered all over the street and I was mortified.

You see there is some history with the nickname.  Which leads me to the past three days.  In the past three days I have had three different accidents that I can only explain as me being clumsy.

On Saturday, I was walking down the steps in our house, carrying a box with a couple of old drinking glasses in it, and my foot slipped and down I went.  The glasses flew out of the box and I landed on my tush, followed by right arm and slid the rest of the way down.  Koby was behind me and Tucker was at the bottom of the stairs and they just looked at me with a blank stare.  Brandon was in the basement bathroom putting tile above the shower and he came running because it must of sounded like a herd of elephants running down the steps and there I was, laying on the steps wincing in pain.  And, the only thing I have to show for it is a huge bruise between my lower back and my tush.

On Sunday, we had been shopping in Target and it started to pour as we were finishing up.  So, my lovely husband offered to go get the car so I wouldn't have to run out in the rain.  I finished paying while he got the car and was waiting for him at the entrance.  He was so nice that he pulled up on the sidewalk to let me in, so I made a dash for the car, with the shopping sacks in my hand, opened the door and started to hop in the car.  As I leaned in to the car, I smacked my head on the door, in the pouring rain in front of Target.  I'm glad I have poofy hair because I'm pretty sure I have a nice goose egg underneath.  I'm not really sure how it all happened, but maybe my eyes were closed since it was raining so hard and I just under estimated where the car door was.  Who knows?!

Finally, my latest incident happend this morning.  I had put the dishes away out of the dishwasher and had put one of Brandon's frosty mugs back into the freezer.  Later, as I was gathering my lunch, I went to pull a frozen mini-pizza out of the freezer.  Well, apparently the frosty mug was in the way because as I pulled the pizza out of the freezer, the frosty mug came flying out and landed on my big toe.  Again, I winced in pain because those mugs are heavy and I'm pretty sure I will probably lose my toe nail.  It is about an hour later as I type this and my toe is still throbbing.

So, they really don't call me Grace for nothing.  Here's to staying safe for the rest of the week, at least!