Murphy's Law

It's Murphy's Law that I go away for a weekend and get some much needed rest and re-connection with H only to come home sick with two sick kids. 

It's Murphy's Law that I have a meeting today that would actually put money in my pocket and now I have to cancel because the only time the pediatrician could see a severely wheezing Comedian was during that said meeting.

It's Murphy's Law that has me looking at mountains of work that needs to be done, the motivation to finally do that work and the energy, despite being sick, and the sitter decides to not even show up today or return my calls. 

You know what though?  I don't care. I'll get over being mad at the sitter and losing some money.  I'll get the work done somehow too.  It's more important that I take care of my kids and get myself better. I could have written a better blog post all about eating peanut butter straight from the Reese's factory and how being snowed into a Woodside Cottage was everything we needed and more, but instead I chose to make Valentines with TD this early morning and talk about the truly important things like why Strawberry Shortcake has so many parties each day that TD simply must attend. 

Murphy's Law be damned, not me.