I'm clumsy... I have no shame in admitting that. But when I know that a week will turn out great just based on how hard I hit a door should be a sign to me, family, and friends that I may have a problem. It's not like this is a first time type of occurrence. I've been running into doors as early as I can remember. I think it started out as a "seeing" issue, I hated to wear my glasses, so I didn't...*BAM* that's me hitting one of many doors. Then it slowly became a not "looking" where I was going issue. I LOVE to read, I LOVE to read and walk... *BAM* that's another door. Finally it turned into a different monster with the birth of our son. He finds it extremely entertaining to have a clumsy momma. When he learned to walk the first thing he learned to do along with walking is close doors. He closes them just to see if I'll run into them...*BAM* so yea.... the highlight of my day was running into a door, again, and hard :) HAPPY MONDAY!
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