Right now I'm wishing there was no such thing as Murphy's law. And that 'Murphy' had never existed to create such a law in the first place. Because it always, without fail, proves itself true, over and over again; the baby starts screaming, the other kids start fighting, the potatoes boil over, the oven timer goes off, you step on a toy left in the middle of the floor. Just when you feel like pulling your hair out, the phone rings.
Here's how old Murphy smacked me upside the head today. I was unable to sleep last night and finally dozed off sometime after 4:30 a.m. Hubby's alarm went off at 6:30, kids marched into my room at 7:00 and I finally dragged my butt out of bed at 7:33. The part that really sucked? My baby slept in - slept in - until 8:13 a.m. He hasn't slept in in MONTHS! The one day he sleeps in just happens to be the one day I have to get up. I had to get all of us ready, Connor to school, Kolten to the sitter's and Benen to music practice. And all by 9:30 a.m.
You know how when you don't get enough sleep you get that achy, fuzzy headache and it feels like there are ten pound weights attached to your eyelids? That's what happened to me. I was fantasizing about a big long nap and barely managing to control the tears of exhaustion. Actually, I thought I was doing considerably well on one extra-large cup of coffee. That is, until Murphy decided to strike.
My kids rediscovered their harmonicas today and played with great enthusiasm. 'Nuf said.