So Chris and I haven’t lived in a home with stairs the whole time we were married…until last year when we bought this house. Now, we fall down or up the stairs at least once a month. Falling down the stairs is embarrassing and usually hurts quite a bit because you land flat on your keister. But falling up the stairs is completely humiliating. There’s no excuse. Falling down the stairs is at least explainable but I have no idea how I manage to fall going up. The stair is right in front of me. I can see it. I can see my foot heading toward it. And yet…
I think we even fall more often than the kids. Alexis sometimes takes a tumble but usually because she’s goofing off or trying to bring a very large comforter with her down the stairs (fortunately it helps cushion the fall). But Chris and I are neither goofing off nor carrying comforters. We just can’t walk on stairs.