Is it just me, or am I clumsier than ever? I don't remember being such a klutz. Not a week goes by when I don't bump into walls, couches, and doors. It's not unusual for me to stumble, trip and fall. There are days when I drop things constantly. My boys are quick to say, "Mommy hurt herself again!" Hubby knows me all too well, and asks, "What did you do now?" I evade the question, pretending to be busy. He inquires again, and I laugh sheepishly, telling him how I got another bruise. He shakes his head in disbelief, and wonders how the heck did I manage to hurt myself while doing chores? I shrug my shoulders. I'm baffled too! What's wrong with me? Hormonal changes? Lack of sleep? Old age? Yikes! Luckily, all this nonsense happens behind closed doors; in the confines of my house. For some reason, when I step outside, I restore grace and elegance. Weird. Anyone else the same?
Or is it just me?