Clumsy!

Borrowed from an article I read online:

"Many women feel ungainly and tend to knock things over a lot when they're pregnant, particularly in their last few months."

I have absolutely no reason to refute the above. It's 8:11 a.m. and I've already surpassed the number of clumsy accidents I used to have in a day.

First, I was making a sandwich for the mister's lunch this morning, and after I washed off the lettuce, I set it on the paper towel for a second to put on the condiments and I brushed it with the nozzle on the top of the mustard. The lettuce fell straight to the floor and landed right in the little pile of stuff I'd just swept up in the kitchen that I hadn't gathered in the dustpan and thrown away yet. Yes, he got new lettuce. I'm not a monster.

Second, I went upstairs and got my laptop once I was sure the thunderstorm had passed. I was balancing the mouse on top of it along with the grocery store ad and the cordless phone so I could set up on the couch for a bit. I made the turn in the stairs and saw the mouse start to slide. I overcorrected and that sucker went flying onto the wood floor in the entryway. It made a horrible noise. By the time I gathered everything back together and tested the mouse it didn't work, of course. I decided to try to fix it later and went to the second mouse, stuffed in my laptop bag. Which brings me to...

Third, I found the mouse (and my Gameboy, which I've been wondering about) in my laptop bag and retreived the transmitter part (it's wireless) from another place in the house. I can't explain to you how they got separated, except that things are still in a great deal of flux here. Anyway. All that walking around, and what with it having been at least seven and a half minutes since the last time I had to use the restroom, and of course, I had to go again. Once I, er, well, took care of the one call you can't put on hold (according to Thrakkorzog) I picked up (I thought) the transmitter and the mouse and started toward the couch. Well, I didn't really have a good grip on the mouse and it fell to the kitchen floor. I swear to the FSM that it made the fricking same exact noise as the other mouse I'd just casked.

Well, neither of the mice seemed to work after being dropped. Multiple attempts to connect them with their transmitters failed. I removed batteries and waited, then reinstalled and tried again. Nothing. In a desperate attempt (I'm playing WoW tonight and have to have a mouse; if neither of these worked I'd have to go out today and buy a new one, and I still have some serious napping to do as I woke up at 4:00 with the thunderstorm and haven't been back to sleep yet) I put new batteries in both of them and tried to reconnect.

I'd like to report that my clumsiness does not, in fact, have a mousey body count. After switching the batteries out for new ones and reconnecting, both mice/transmitter combos seem to be working again.

I'm not sure there's a moral to this story. Maybe it's "stay out of the way of the lady in her third trimester, because you don't know when she's going to drop a mouse on your foot". I suppose there are worse morals.