Clumsy

Fact: I can last about three days on sub-standard sleep before I begin damaging myself.  


This is a threshold that I suspected in high school and confirmed in college. Now, as I wife and mom, I just try to minimize the damage.


Our poor kiddo has been sick all week (talk about sub-standard sleep--he has been such a trooper), and Jon has to work nights this week for his OB rotation, so we've all been struggling with both quality and quantity of rest.  In the last seven days, I've managed to:

• Slice my finger with a paring knife (this is the first time I've ever cut my fingers in the kitchen, ever);
• Bruise both hips (I'm still trying to figure that one out...  I'm pretty sure there were two separate incidents);
• Whack the outer part of my right elbow on a fire alarm at the pediatrician's office;
• Whack the inner part of my right elbow on something else angular at home (I can't recall what it was);
• Drop the baby monitor on my left foot;
• and the piece de resistance--I very nearly crashed into the crib after tripping over the glider ottoman in the baby's room the other night when I went in to feed him...

Nine years of ballet--I'm convinced I would have broken something by now had I not had that kind of training.

All of this said, I don't think I'll need to wear mittens or use circles of paper with safety pencils at work, I just need to move a little more intentionally.  A tired, hurried Jenn is a clumsy Jenn, but a tired, deliberate Jenn keeps her fingers intact.  

*When I Googled "clumsy" for some inspirado for this post, the first link I stumbled (ha!) upon was a youtube video of Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas.  I watched for one minute and twelve seconds before deciding three things:
1. That's not the kind of clumsy I'm talking about...
2. The song is like a virus and I'll likely be humming the first minute and twelve seconds of it for the rest of the weekend;
3.  I bet she could help it if she too were more deliberate.