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So last week I hurt myself when I stepped on a metal hook. How stupid and klutzy of me. Then today I nearly broke my neck and I realized I’M not klutzy! My kids just leave toys out in such a way it is like navigating land mines.

While getting ready to take Derby to therapy this morning I heard a funny noise coming from the twins room. I walked over to investigate and saw the two of them standing on their dresser messing with the shutters.

I ran to put my coffee on the banister so I could get them down. In that process I tripped over Loen’s Penelope the Pup wooden makeup case, crashed into the upstairs gate which proceeded to pop open. In the last second I was able to grab the edge of the bannister before I plummeted down the stairs. Do you want to know what went through my head once I realized I was ok?

• If I had fallen down the stairs and injured myself how long would it have taken someone to find me?
• What would the twins have gotten into if left to their own devices?
• Perhaps I should invest in one of those panic buttons they market to the elderly
• Why the hell was that toy by the stairs anyways, considering I had just moved it away from there earlier?
• It was their own fault I broke the edge of said toy



• Thank goodness I hurt my other foot this time. If I had hurt the one that stepped on the metal hook I would have been really annoyed.

The gate no longer closes it only swings the opposite direction. Perhaps Handy Daddy can fix that.

The twins watched all this with wide eyes. They were yelling “Mama what happened??” Then they calmly climbed off the dresser.

Hello Monday we’re in full force.