It took me stubbing my toe to realize that there is a big difference between girl sympathy and guy sympathy. I was walking around upstairs when I ran into a corner with my toe.
Let’s not discuss how ridiculous it is that we’ve lived here for more than 20 years and still I don’t know how to safely navigate my space. Or how if I were born with more spatial awareness, I would have half as many scars and far fewer bruises. Or how maybe if I wasn’t trying to carry everything in one trip, which I constantly scold my children not to do, that I would be able see my foot and obstacles.