*accident prone*

I've been feeling pretty gross these past couple of days. I actually had the worst cold/flu thing of my LIFE this weekend (I promise, Im not being dramatic this time!) and it was horrible!

Mostly because with 2 small girlies, the

re's no such thing as 'sick days' :O(

Even though I have Lee, my incredible knight-in-shining-armour...the girls still need me to help them. Help them get juice, help them go to the bathroom (diaper-changed in M's case), help feed them, snuggle them when they're tired...like I said, no such thing as sick days.

BUT today I woke up pretty much back to normal, I mean I'm still pretty out of it, but I can function, which is HUGE compared to my invalid self this past weekend *shudder*

Today, my lovely U.K. family decided to celebrate Thanksgiving today because there's an american in my family and I'm Canadian, not to mention 2 more americans in my extended family (The Gills) and we love turkey!

So feeling much more human (as I was) I decided to make cinnamon buns for our celebration today.

Before I got started on my baking, I went to the bathroom, which is just off of my kitchen (washed my hands, promise!) and came back out to SLIP on some juice on my kitchen floor!

As I'm going down, all I can think is 'this is just gonna hurt SO bad!' and it did.

Have you ever hit yourself on something SO hard that you thought you were going to throw up? That's how this felt! I smashed my knee on our unbelievably hard tiled floor and cried. Seriously. I cried so hard.

(it's all red and swollen right now, I'm thinking bruise tomorrow)

And then I heard something behind me - M. She started crying too! My sweet little 11 month old had witnessed the whole thing and was so shocked and scared that she started wailing!

So I had to take quite a few deep breaths and calm myself while I pulled M into my lap and proceeded to calm my poor shaken babe.

I bum-shuffled to the couch with her craddled in my lap (I seriously couldn't walk) and snuggled her until she fell asleep.

Here's the thing: I swear I'm always doing these ridiculously clumsy things! Or careless...

I hit my head on EVERYTHING.

I get things in my eyes.

I slip and fall.

I get my fingers caught in stuff.

I constantly stub my toes.

I mean, is there a point where you just grow out of this stuff? And if there is, haven't I passed it yet?

Apparently not. :O(

What about you? Do you ever have stupid 'clumsy' moments? Please share them with me and help nurse my sore knee (and ego) back to health, hehe!

*creepy men and all those joys*

Before you read my 'stalker dad' case, you have to understand that I have boundaries and am used to the Christian community where people respect my boundaries. I love getting hugs, holding hands, people playing with my hair or rubbing my back, I'm a physical contact kind of girl. But I have boundaries, put in place to make sure that I (or others) never get inappropriate with my affection. I think it's healthy. My body is not my own, it belongs to my husband. And because the majority of my friends are Christians, I've never really had any problem, never felt like people/men were crossing a line with their affection for me. They respect my marriage and my boundaries and I respect theirs.

With knowing that, I launch into my story...

K started school in September, and if you follow me on Twitter or are friends with me on Facebook, then you know that the first week or so was not pleasant and that saying goodbye to K and leaving her at school made me and Lee feel like the absolute WORST parents in the world! While struggling through the first week of school with K, I met 'stalker dad'. He was dropping his daughter off at school and started talking to me when I brought K up the stairs to her school gate. This didn't freak me out because even though we've all been taught 'NEVER TALK TO STRANGERS' the exception (for parents) is at their children's school gate. Everybody talks to everybody.

'Stalker dad' asked me if it was K's first year and I replied it was, saying that she was struggling a bit but getting better by the day at coming to school. He told me about his little girl and how she was doing with school and how he was proud of her. I told him I was definitely proud of K but that it made me a bit sad to see her growing up so fast to which he proceeded to rub my back!

I turned to stone.

He kept rubbing! I squirmed out of reach, pretending to say goodbye to K one last time before retreating down the stairs and to the safety of Lee's side.

It freaked me out that I JUST met this man and he was rubbing my back BUT he has an accent and is from another country so I thought maybe this was just a cultural difference, after all I've come up against a few myself.

So even though after the back rubbing incident I saw him looking at me each time Lee and I dropped off K at school, I tried to shake it off, afraid that I was being judgemental.

Then, one morning I went to the gym and who should happen to be there, walking down the street, towards me? 'Stalker dad'!!! Waving and smiling! Luckily, my gym was between us, so I waved and then ducked into my gym as quickly as possible.

He hadn't come and talked to me since our initial intro but I still kept seeing him stare at me.

K had a party last Saturday that I took her to. At this point I had decided that if 'stalker dad' talked to me, I was going to be nice, not a total freak, and talk to him like a normal human being. I really felt like even with all of the staring, I had misjudged him and I hate that!

He was at the party, working the barbecue. But other than the polite 'Hi, how are you?', he didn't talk to me. Again I felt him staring at me but since he didn't come and say anything, I decided it was just me being paranoid and got over it.

Monday, I went to the gym again. I had a good workout and came back out to my car and saw a red car parking in front of mine. As I reached my car, the owner of the red car was getting out of his and I'm sure you already know who the driver was. S.D. ('stalker dad') There was no avoiding it. I HAD to talk to him. He started the conversation and at first it was polite chit-chat about nothing really. Found out he used to live in the U.S. and moved over here because his wife (his WIFE!!! seriously.) was from Wales. Blah, blah, blah . . . then he told me that he had been meaning to talk to me every time he saw me but that he didn't want to talk to me while Lee was around because he didn't want Lee to think he was coming on too strong and get the wrong idea . . .at this point I'm thinking 'Um, weird, but maybe he meant to say something else and it came out wrong' . . .he kept talking to me. The conversation lasted for 20 mins at least, and I also found out that he goes to my gym and that if we ever go to a kids party again, he's going to stay with me the whole time, making sure I'm social and enjoying myself (uhhh...???) :O/

Trying to ignore the overwhelming urge to bolt, I continued the conversation, mentioning Lee as often as possible. Then he started telling me that he had been watching me. He had been watching me at the kids' party on Saturday and was struck by how beautiful I am. (Sarah, run.) He told me that he had seen me dropping my daughter off at school and always thought I was beautiful. (Sarah, what are you doing, get into the car!) He told me that while watching me at the kids party that he was at WITH HIS WIFE, he found himself drawn to how stunning I am. (RUN, RUN, RUN!)

I stood there in completely shock! All I could do was mumble 'thank you' which seemed to only encourage him to continue saying these things! He told me that he hopes I didn't mind but that he'd be telling me how beautiful I am from now on, but not in front of my husband, he'll only come talk to me when I'm on my own.

I finally managed to squeak out that I needed to go, so he put out his hand and I took it to shake. But he pulled me in and gave me a kiss on my cheek that was shockingly close to my lips! I got in my car and drove home, trembling the whole way!

I'm kind of scared. Scared to go back to my gym, scared to drop K off at school alone...I'm thinking about switching gyms but is that silly?

Am I being paranoid? Unreasonable? Am I judging this man unfairly? Help me out! Give me some perspective on this situation, please!