I don’t know what’s happened to this week, but so far it’s been a week that Mr Bump would be proud of.
Not just any old accidents. No. They’re straight out of the comic books or a Mr Bean sketch.
The eldest has been sent home from school early today as he managed to knee himself in the eye while doing a roly poly. Whaaaaaaa??!!
He’s fine, by the way. If not a little bit of a div.
As for me, I decided to clear out the cupboards at the beginning of the week.
We now have sparkly clean, streamlined cupboards with everything in its place.
My foot, however, is half normal colour and half blue and black due to a full bottle of Calpol medicine falling from the topmost shelf, where they’re kept out of reach right onto my poor tootsies.
Never let one of those fall on your toes.
I think the expletive “SON OF A NUTCRACKER!” (thanks to the Elf film for that one ) slipped out of my mouth.
I like original family friendly ‘swear words.’
Fffffiddlesticks and Shhhhhabba being others.
It’s more fun that way.
Then my mum visited today, and managed to get her little finger bent back in the bathroom door as she was opening it. Again, whaaa?!
It’s all gone crackers.
Let’s hope that’s it for accidents now, daft or not.
Keeping all fingers crossed that the smallest and the husband manage not to pick up the clumsy bug. (if said fingers are not too busy being stuck behind bathroom doors, that is.)
What’s the daftest accident you’ve had? Take my mind off my purple foot…