I mopped the floor yesterday. Naturally this morning Katie dumped half a gallon of orange juice on it. Why? Why do I bother to mop? Because I know that within 12 hours of cleaning my floors someone will spill something. And not just something easy to clean up. I'm talking the stickiest, messiest something you can think of. Like orange juice. I never knew how sticky it could be. It's Murhpy's Law. Right? Here's another one that always gets me. Whenever I bring along 4 diapers for Sam I never need them. On the days when I forget to replenish my diaper caddy or forget to bring the caddy altogether, THAT'S when Sam explodes over and over again. Or I have no extra clothes and he leaks everywhere. One day I went up to our local Runner's Shop to grab some stuff. It was freezing outside. I picked Sam up from his car seat and he had pooped and leaked all over his clothes. Of course, this is one of those times that I didn't pack a lot of stuff because I was just popping out for a few minutes. I searched the car for something to cover him with. Nothing. I took him in and changed his diaper on the floor in the women's room. His pants were a definite no-go. Ruined. The only thing I could find to cover his legs were these light green froggy legwarmers. I bought them because you know when you pick up your little one and hold them and their pants legs ride up? There is quite a bit of exposed skin there and I thought that these legwarmers would help cover that up. Vince banned me from ever letting Sam wear them in public. I thought they were cute, but whatever. Anyway, Sam had those on with his socks and shoes, a diaper and his coat. Admittedly, he looked pretty funny. At least he was covered up. And we didn't tell Daddy.
So, today we started Vacation Bible School. I work in the nursery. Everything went really well and I was feeling good and decided to carry on being productive around the house. I had, I don't know, 4 loads of laundry just staring at me daring me to actually fold and-GASP!-put it away. It's been there for the better part of 2 weeks now. I've been meaning to do it. Really, I have. Well, today I did it. My husband will be shocked that he doesn't have to move a pile of clothes just to sit on the couch. So. That got me thinking about the ginormous, multiplying mound of dirty laundry in our bedroom. What the Hell? Let's wash some clothes too! I know, right? 2 chores in one day-what is this world coming to? I washed a load and since it was such a hot, cloudless summer day I decided to hang it on the line. I love that outdoor smell on my clothes when I try to stuff my legs into a stiff pair of pants that have apparently been washed in Modge Podge. Why does that happen? Anyhoo, I was on a roll so I stuck another load in the wash. I headed for the living room to continue folding and it's dark outside. What? It's 3:00 in the afternoon! Out of friggin' nowhere a giant storm cloud has come together just above my house. Seriously?! My clothes have been on the line about 10 minutes and when I hung them up, there was not a cloud in sight. Murphy's Law I tell ya.
Is everyone still here or have you all passed out from the shock of hearing that I did some housework today? Don't get excited because it still looks a mess. I promise. I wouldn't want to let down my fans and have my house too clean. A housekeeper I'm not. But if you need an expert in Murphy's Law, I'm your gal.
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