I burned our arm on a space furnace in the middle of the night
I’ve consistently been a clumsy lady.
When I washed dishes as a kid, I often broke at least a single cup or plate so I was banned from the chore until I moved out and had to do it for myself in a studio apartment.
I am not nearly as exhausting now as I used to be, but I have a habit of hitting curbs while driving with a single of our front tires. I can’t imagine working a job where I am in charge of things as fragile as glass cups like our sister was back when she was still paying her bills with her dishwasher income. She consistently jokes with myself and others that I would owe our entire paycheck to our boss at the end of each shift from the sheer number of glass cups and plates she would clean and handle every night at that job. She said I would have a large trail of broken glass in every conceivable direction. Lately our clumsiness has manifested into myself and others running into several objects in our house while I’m walking around in the middle of the night. I get so sleepy that I forget where things are situated in the first venue. Last night it got undoubtedly exhausting when I accidentally walked into our space oil furnace while moving across our room last night. My skin touched the moderate metal grill and left a welt on the side of our leg. The space oil furnace was in storage until Last weekso I’m still trying to get used to having a space oil furnace clogged in again. You have to be mindful of where it’s situated and make sure you don’t inadvertently collide with it while walking around at night like I did.