clumsy klutzy mumsy

as a kid, i tumbled about quite a bit and usually emerged with cuts, bruises, scratches, grazed knee caps and elbows etc.

as an adult i am still quite accident-prone and receive my usual share of cuts, bruises, scratches, etc, very much like mr. bump.

i guess somethings will never change.

after a late lunch on sunday afternoon at heartland mall, wen got rather cranky (it was past her usual nap time) and no amount of coaxing could placate my grumble bum who insisted on running about on her own. both hub and i tried to carry her but she wriggled and screamed out of our grasp so i hoisted her on my left shoulder to pacify her. i suppose it was a new experience, a "new view" for her and so she stopped fussing.

on the way to the carpark, the hub carried the groceries and walked in front with xian while i balanced wen on my shoulder. then i suddenly slipped and fell forward and landed on my knees. miraculously, wen was still sitting upright on my shoulder as both my hands had reached up to steady her. for about 5 seconds i remained on my knees and shouted to the hub for assistance. he carried wen away and when i stood up, saw that i'd scraped my left kneecap and there was blood trickling down. i retrieved an old cloth towel from my bag to dab away the blood and when we reached the car, poured some water to wash away the blood and cleaned the wound.

thankfully, i'd slipped on the titled pavement and not the road.

xian was quite concerned and "scolded" her sister whom she blamed for my little fall. she grabbed tissues for me and peered cautiously at my bruised and abraised knee. later when we got home and my mum called, xian grabbed the phone and related the incident all over: "grandmee, you know right, shuwen made mummy fall! she so naughty you know, cry and cry, then mummy must carry her on top of the shoulder, then mummy fall. all shuwen's fault you know!" xian insisted on talking to my dad and proceeded to repeat the story. this despite the fact that i'd already told her it wasn't wen's fault and that i was just careless.

if the hub was feeling sympathetic (he was a little i'm sure), he didn't show it. instead he laughed and shook his head at my clumsiness. to him, it was nothing new. since i'd known him, i'd tripped countless times, fallen, twisted my ankle (while running for a bus), broke my heels and ripped my pants in the process, tumbled from the steps of the bus (ruined another pair of pants), missed a step at the staircase and fell when i was in my 8th month of pregnancy with xian, bumped my knees a trillion times on the corner of bed/sofa/lounge chair/insert other furniture, slipped while running on the floor (still wet after i'd mopped it)...and oh-so-many other incidents i can't recall.

yes, i truly deserve to be called a clumsy klutzy mumsy.

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in my search for mr. bump images, i discovered a new character called little miss whoops! haven't read the book but from the looks of the it, she's the female version of mr bump. click here for more on the mr men and little miss series created by Charles Roger Hargreaves.