I spent a lot of time banging my head against the door this past week. And I know you probably think I mean that figuratively, but I don't. I mean it literally. I smacked my head off three seperate doors last week.
First, trying to quickly open the garage door, I whisked open the back door to reach out and stab at the button. The door hit my foot, which I'd placed directly in front of it for some reason, and, not expecting the door to still be there, continued to reach out for the button. The door met my face unexpectedly as I reached.
Next, I was putting a suitcase away in Lily's closet. I pushed the folding doors open, but the left side was hitting against one of her stuffed animals, so I had to push harder to get it open all the way. Then I let go to grab the suit case and slide it in, and the door closed on my face.
I know there was a third time, and that's when I decided that my door/face adventures merited a blog post, but I can't remember what it was, possibly owing to the fact that I bashed my head against doors no less than three times.
I think it might have been the sliding glass door leading to the patio. Yeah. I slid open the door to take burgers out to the grill. I expected it to slide open smoothly, so I was timing it, walking out as it slid open, but it stopped when it hit the shit ton of boots and shoes that were piled up in front of it, and I walked into it.
Anyway, there was some Facebook debate about what kind of year 2015 will be, and I stated that it HAS to be better than 2014, which was kind of a crappy year all things considered. But if week two is any indication, I'm very very concerned.