Have you moved lately? If so, you know that moving in is only half the battle. Unpacking boxes can take awhile. We have been unpacking boxes for two weeks, a little at a time. I had a round with one box this morning and the box won. It was not a pretty sight. I will tell you about it.

We have not gotten around to hanging pictures on the walls yet but somehow the box with the pictures made it from the garage into the house, prematurely. It had been setting in the same place for days. Since it wasn’t in my pathway, I did not bother with it. It just sat there waiting for its time to be unpacked like the others, until yesterday. My parents bought us a recliner that I picked it up yesterday and put it in the living room. I had to move the box to put the recliner where it needed to go.

The large box had been sitting on the left side of the kitchen entryway posing no real navigational issues. When I moved it, I slid it to the left side of the kitchen entryway, which is between the kitchen and my bedroom. I had been navigating my way all evening with no problems. With the house lights on that big box was easy to see so I did not even think about moving it. I wish I had thought about it!

I got up this morning (Sunday morning) and headed for the kitchen to make my breakfast and coffee. Somehow I walked right past the box with now problem. I didn’t even realize it was there. I got busy pulling together my two eggs, toast and coffee breakfast. It was time to relax in my chair in my bedroom, enjoy a good breakfast and cup of coffee to get my day started.

I came out of the kitchen and rounded the corner like a NASCAR driver holding a tight turn in the curve. At that moment, I found the box. My left foot hit that box and I started falling. When I tried to stabilize myself with my right foot, it caught a guitar case sitting near by and my entire body pitched forward. I had no more feet to use to stabilize myself. I became air born for a couple of seconds, flying down the hallway. I hit the floor with such force it sounded like a bomb went off. The plate of food and coffee went air born too and then they hit the floor. With the forward momentum, they slid all the way to the other end of the hallway, spilling their contents as they went.

It looked like an explosion had taken place. The coffee splattered all over the wall and floor along with the eggs and toast. My knee was in some pain but not bad. What scared me was looking down at my hand and seeing it covered with blood. I did not even feel it cut. Maybe the plate or cup broke and sliced my hand open. I once had a cut that was so deep that I did not feel it so I figured that was what happened. I was not sure how bad it was because I could not see the cut for all the blood. Lying there in the floor, I took a closer look at my hand. It wasn’t blood; it was jelly (All-Fruit). I wasn’t bleeding to death after all.

After hearing the explosion, bedroom doors started opening as everyone jumped from bed to see what dad and husband had done this time. Carla helped me clean up the mess. It looked like a crime scene but did not call in CSI. We had it under control.

I went back to the kitchen and made myself a toasted peanut butter and All-Fruit sandwich and another cup of coffee. I just did not have it in me to make two more eggs. That incident wiped me out for a few minutes.

I did learn something though. Sometimes you have to slow down a little and be aware of the things that are in your path. If you don’t, someone could get hurt!