Last night I fell down the stairs! I swear these stairs are cursed! A year and a half ago my sister-in-law slipped down them and broke her ankle. And I'm not sure if she's gone back down the stairs since. In the last month Addison has tumbled down them twice. Luckily she was laying on a stair and just tumbled down the remaining. No real harm done. Last night I was walking down stairs with Kass and Em,to put them to bed, and 3rd step from the bottom my foot went out from under me. I did the free fall thing and landed hard on my bum, then bounced down another stair. It was NOT fun! I banged and scraped my elbow on our genuine wood paneling on the wall, broke my toe, and bruised my back. Kassidy just looked at me with her mouth WIDE open and asked me what happened?! I asked her what she thought happened, and then tried really hard not to cry! We just looked at each other for a minute and then busted-up! I decided if I cried, she might cry too! I then went about my motherly duties of putting my kids to bed and then hobbled up the stairs. I told Paul "thanks" for coming to see if I was ok. He didn't even hear my less than graceful decent down the stairs. So I promptly brushed my teeth and went to bed to lick my respective wounds. In the middle of the night I awoke to a horrible pain in my toe, Paul had wandered onto my side of the bed (his theory is that I get 1/3 and he gets 2/3's, so most of the bed should be his) and had put is foot on top of my broken toe! O-U-C-H! I quickly pulled my injured foot away and justly kicked him for wandering. This morning he told me that he didn't think my toe was really broken since I could still kick him so hard! Needless to say, not much sympathy for the ailing mom!