My Bad Habit

I have a bad habit. Maybe some of you can relate. I leave the kitchen cabinets open after I’ve taken something out of them. This drives the hubs crazy. I don’t know why I do it. I don’t even know when I started doing it. Maybe I’ve always been a “leave-the-cabinet-door-open” kind of girl. Sometimes I notice the open doors and quickly close them before the hubs busts me, but more often than not, he comes home from work, walks around the kitchen behind me and closes cabinet doors. It has become his routine.

Today my habit came back to bite me. I was putting the dishes away from the dishwasher. Obviously all the cabinet doors were open, I mean I was putting the dishes away. Then I heard the baby start crying. It was a painful cry, the kind of cry that makes you drop everything and run to your child. So I did that. I dropped everything and ran to the baby except that I ran straight in to an open cabinet door. I hit my head so hard that for a split second, everything went black. Knowing that I was responsible for my child, the one who was still crying, I willed myself awake but not until after I sat down for a second to stop my head from spinning. Yes, I did have several thoughts that pretty much summed up the idiocy of what had just happened.

After I reached my child and soothed her from a pinched finger, I soothed my aching head with ice. Then I walked around the kitchen and closed every single cabinet door, mostly because I didn’t want to have to explain to the hubs what went down. Maybe nearly knocking myself out will be how I break this little habit.