The good old Murphy’s Law. No one is ever left out. Not even us women who unexpectedly find ourselves flying solo by a piece of thread barely enough room to hold on to. Sound familiar? If so, than thank God I am not alone!
Maybe you are sitting there trying to think (even though it is probably so loud you can’t hear yourself think), what is Murphy’s Law again? It is quite simple. If it can go wrong, then it will! Usually happens as soon as your spouse is out the door…headed to work…that is 800+ miles away and you won’t see him for 14-30 days before he returns to fix or help with anything.
Some examples I must share with you:
- As soon as I climb into bed (after picking up the rest of the house after your children returned the status of the living room back to Ground Zero). I lay my head down on my favorite, soft, squishy pillow, get comfortable, and slowly start to drift off…I hear it. Someone is about to puke. Usually the kid. Sometimes the dog, but not often. It’s going to suck. Nothing will make you jump so far out of the bed, out of your sweet slumber like the sound of gagging and chunks hitting your bedroom floor (carpet) and bed at 1 a.m. What!? I never mentioned one time that this wouldn’t be graphic or cute.
- It does not matter what it is, but a large appliance that we use on a daily basis will find a way to malfunction leaving me clueless on what I need to or should do. Every. Single. Time. The dishwasher will start to leak water from a unsourcable area. The vacuum belt will break and start to stink, even though your husband fixed it the day before and it was working just fine. The TV won’t work the right away and to fix it you have to shut everything down (interrupting Descendants 2 that the kids are watching for at least the millionth time). Goodness!
- The car will stop producing cold air in the middle of Texas summer. You call your husband to make sure that he knows we are not using the car until he gets back to fix the air.
- I lose things. A lot of things. Like my car and gate keys – I’ve lost those just this past weekend. Of course we found them, an hour later. Turns out that I remember putting them in a bag and brought the bag and the rest of the Wal-Mart bags into the house. I got side-tracked and did something else not thinking about the keys until the next day when we had family coming over. The bag was in the girl’s room so we never went in there. My 5-year-old found them while she was playing with her pet Monkey (his name is Monkey and he’s 5 years old too). If my head was not attached to my body, I’m pretty sure I would have lost that a long time ago. Lol!! Moving on…
- I break something. Usually something of his. An accident of course, but that is not the point.
- Giving up now. Enough is enough and all this is making me exhausted.
With Murphy’s Law, you try really hard to stay positive and upbeat so your husband does not lose it over the phone. What good will it do to complain about this or that? He is 800+ miles away, in another state. He can listen to you. Offer advice. That’s pretty much it. Figures.
Here is what gets me through it all. The second that he comes back everything will fix itself with no help from anyone. It’s like a magic button automatically turns on when he enters the driveway. The TV never messes up. The air in the car magically starts working. Any appliance not working the correct way – works perfectly now! Then you’ll hear him say, “I cannot find anything wrong, dear. Everything seems to be working just fine.”