Down the Down Staircase

Alternate title: "Down the Damn Staircase."

Either way, here's my schedule this morning:
6:15:00 Alarm goes off for the final time.
6:15:10 Stumble out of bed.
6:15:20 Get towel and head downstairs to take a shower.
6:15:30 Miss a stair on the way down.
6:15:31 Find myself at the bottom of the stairs.

It seems needless to say (but I'll say it anyway) that wasn't such a great way to start the day.

I fell down seven stairs, leaving me with scrapes, bruises, soreness, and a toe that at this point seems to be broken. Lots of missing skin...it's amazing what carpet will do at high speeds.

The thing is, we've had a leak in the upstairs shower since we moved in, and it's taken a long time to get it fixed. Yesterday, they ripped out the floor and replaced the pan, so now we're waiting for the tile to be replaced. So every day, I worry about slipping on the stairs. I know I'm groggy, so I'm careful. And I was being careful this morning.

But still, my foot slid off the stair, and down I went.

Ugh.