Clumsy, clumsy

As a naturally clumsy person, I've had my fair share of trips, scrapes, and bruises. This is not helped by the fact that I bruise ridiculously easily and that I have weak ankles. I can't count the number of times my poor husband has asked me, "Where did you get that bruise?" and I shrug. Clumsy people who bruise easily don't remember all of the mishaps. He also sometimes worries that with all of my bruises, people with think we have a domestic violence problem in our house.

But last night was quite possibly the worst—EVER. After watching a few DVR'ed shows with my husband, I was heading upstairs to go to bed. I turned off the living room light, which coincidentally, happened to have been the only light on. Half-listening to my husband tell S again that the only way she'll ever fall asleep is to actually stay in her bed, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and... SMACK! I ran right into the wall. My glasses were on and so they actually smacked into the wall. I fell down onto the floor and proceeded to ball my eyes out. Yes, it hurt that badly. My husband ran down the stairs and pulled my hands away from my face—yep, there was blood. When my glasses smashed into the wall, they cut the skin just under my right eyebrow.

Crap. My husband was convinced that now people would really think he beats me. After a bunch of Advil, and some serious icing, I'm lucky that the only bruising I have is just under my eyebrow. But my head still hurts like I whacked into something with it. Oh wait... I did.