Murphy's Law, Inc.

So, we have the much anticipated Birthday Trip Extravaganza coming up ~ skiing, staying at a hotel, indoor water park, best friend's family coming, presents, decorations...

Peter is soon to be eight and thoroughly enjoying this month of HIM.  This includes daily tromps through ice and snow to the post office to check for birthday cards and packages.

One such package arrived from Murphy's Law, Inc.  The contents inside were little packets of nusances to hand out to our family in preparation for this trip.

So I gathered the family.

"Okay, boys.  We have some Pink Eye here.  Who wants eye crusties of unusual size?  Paul?  Perfect.  You just put in a new pair of contacts, pink eye will jepardize those nicely."

"Next, we have a 101.5 Fever.  Reuben?  Are you sure?  Well you are suceptible to febrile seizures with fevers, so that will compound that well."

"Peter that leaves you with a Marital Spat or an Ear Infection/Pink Eye Combo.  Which one?  You'd rather have a sore ear, swollen eye, a trip to Urgent Care, and drink three bottles of pink antibiotics?  Okay."

"I guess I'll take the frustration, confusion, and sadness of a Marital Spat.  Oh, you want some too, Paul?  That will work well."

"Are we good then?  Everyone is feeling bad?  But hopeful that The Trip is still on?"

"Oh, there's another packet.  It says Snow/Ice Storm of Fierce and Ridiculous Proportions."


Um, Mr. Murphy?  I don't think you are allowed to actually prevent the big event from happening.  I thought you were just supposed to make it harder and maybe put in the fear that it might not happen.  This storm is crossing the line.


This has been our week.

Here comes the self pep talk...

But we are strong!  And we can overcome!  And I will not let Murphy or Satan or anything Dumb take away the joy of celebrating my sweet, sweet son.

I'll keep you posted.