Guess what I did yesterday? I broke another toe. The one right next to the last toe I broke. Ok, maybe I’m being a tad bit of a drama queen. [Me? Drama Queen? Never!] It’s probably not broken this time since I was able to get a full 40 minutes done on the treadmill this afternoon, but it’s badly bruised and a teeny bit painful.

This time I blame the kids. I was picking up dirty clothes from Keaton and Spencer’s room [which I might add is connected to the laundry, but somehow it's still impossible for them to get their clothes in there] and as I was walking in to the closet I tripped over something. I hollered out in pain. I teared up. I moaned. I grabbed my foot and sobbed like a baby. And, just for effect, I hollered one more time. But still not one single person came to see what was wrong with me. It’s feels so good to be so loved.

Since nobody was coming to my rescue, I picked myself up and hobbled back to the doorway [it's a very big closet] to see what I tripped over. It was the end of the mop. THE MOP. WAS IN. THEIR. ROOM. Why was the mop in their room [which has carpet]? I don’t know. But because I’m a very mature adult, I wrestled that mop from the floor and threw it on the stairs where I then gave it a dirty look that said I wasn’t playing. I’m sure it was scared.

So I’m not a clutz. It’s the kids’ fault. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

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