The Klutz of all Klutzes...

    Everyone in my family knows that I am a big klutz.  The running joke is that if I had to seek employment, I would do many kinds of jobs (as long as they were legal), but I would never be a waitress.

    Tonight "broke" a record...almost literally.  Well, a couple of dishes.  While cleaning up the kitchen after dinner this evening, I opened up a cupboard and immediately, a small bottle of white vinegar fell down and shattered a bowl into a million pieces.  Sigh.  I swept the mess up off of the floor and continued to clean up the kitchen.

    The girls were busy folding clothes and putting those away, or they would have been cleaning up the kitchen and washing the dishes.

    It would have been safer.

    And less expensive.

    While washing dishes, a plate slipped out of my wet hands and smashed to the floor.  Another sigh.  No cursing or even negative thoughts came to my mind.  I am SO used to being a klutz that I have to smile. 

    Believe it or not, I am still using the everyday dishes that we were given as a wedding gift when we married 15 years ago.  I think I've accidentally broken more dishes in the last two years than I have in the last 20 years. 

    The only thing I can do to try to avoid having this happen is to work slowly...never quickly.  When I'm in a rush, I drop and break things, cut myself with knives or scissors, spill things and make messes. 

    I'm glad that I've never seriously injured myself or someone else from all my years of practicing klutziness.  It would be a lot harder to truly show joyfulness if I was regularly hurting myself badly...or someone else. 

    May God give you grace, and the ability to work quickly and efficiently without being a KLUTZ!

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