A Long Standing Joke

It started after we moved into our house here in Iowa. You see our bedrooms are on the second floor. It has become the routine for me to grab a glass of water and then head up the stairs for bed with Mike following behind me, making sure the house is shut-up for the night. The only thing is, I like to have a full glass of water beside my side of the bed. I don't want to drink a couple of sips, have it half gone and make the trek down the stairs to get more water from the fridge. So I fill my glass very full and carefully make my way up.

However, more often than not, I end up dripping, er, spilling some on the stairs. Which then Mike steps in. So you can hear me say "Whoops!" and "Sorry!" and "That was me!" (the last was added in after potty training Abby and having Libby spit up). Mike being the astute problem solver that he is, has tried to make it up the stairs before me. So now, we have "mini" races or I'll hear Mike saying from the kitchen "doh!" So here's to you, my wonderful husband, thanks for bearing with my neurotic tendencies.