Hey My Hips Hurt

It is fall. And I recently switched out the drapes in my family room. I changed from sheers to a warmer, faux suede. They are exactly the same color but are heavier, and keep the cold out much better than the sheers, and as a bonus, they make the room very very dark.

I also switched the linens on my bed from the lighter weight ones of the summer to the heavier more substantial keep your tukus warm ones for the winter. I brought out the thick puff which really makes it roasty toasty. And my bedroom curtains are now pulled at night as we no longer need to keep the windows open, my bedroom is super dark as well.

Sleeping is so much better in a darkened room and I should be happier than a clam in sauce, but my hips hurt. Why, you ask do my hips hurt? Because it's dark.

My evening ritual begins with a trip to the kitchen for that last sip of water followed by the requisite medicine du jour. I switch off all of the lights in the kitchen, walk into the family room and do the same, and now with the winter curtains in place, I cannot see my hand in front of my face. I inch my way down a small hall, with my right hand extended in front of me and feel for my bedroom door which I know is closed as my husband stumbled off to bed about an hour ahead of me. I promptly hit the door with my hand and then my head, wanting to scream out, but aware of a sleeping husband, I hold my breath instead and in my mind say a series of naughty words that most folks don't think I even know. Once the door is open, I grope along the far wall, hoping that there are no honking big work shoes in my way, and I finally find the bathroom light. Turning it on allows me to navigate my bedroom and locate a nightie, and do what I need to do prior to jumping into bed. I avoid turning on my bedside lamp, as I do not want to wake up hubby. (he should really thank me for that)
OK, I am all set, I turn off the bathroom light, plunging the bedroom into total darkness, and I begin to aim for the bed. Did I mention that my Mission style bed has a tall foot board? It's hip high to be exact. And since we hung the new family room drapes, my left hip has found the sharp edge of the foot board just about every other night. I must admit that I am not the most graceful of people, and in my haste have walked into tables, walls, poles and trees. But never before on a consistent basis.


My sons played high school football and I do remember that they wore hip pads for protection....one would think that I come by the protection au naturel, as I have quite enough padding of my own!


Clipping my hips on the foot board will eventually stop, and I have figured out how. I just have to jump into bed before hubby and make him turn off the lights.