Murphy's Law #5654:

"When you take great pains to ensure a good night's sleep, something will wake you up in the middle of the night."

Isn't it funny how that works? I put the kids to bed last night, and even though I had tons to do, I knew tonight I wouldn't get ANY sleep, so at 9:30 I put myself to bed, excited that for once I was actually going to get a good eight hours.

Cut to 2am, and I am ripped from my sleep because my head/neck are killing me. I mean, we're talking pain like I haven't experienced in a long time. I must have slept wrong or something because it was BAD. And like a moron I stumbled to the medicine cupboard and took a bunch of Advil on an empty stomach. Yeah, you can guess what happened 30 minutes later. The Advil made a "reappearance."

So, I was sprawled in bed, sick and praying that the pain would go away. I guess my prayers were heard, because I finally fell back asleep at 3:30. But I woke up at 6:30 to get the kids up, and my head immediately started pounding again. THIS time, I ate a quick bowl of cereal, and broke out the Excedrin Migraine.

It hasn't really kicked in yet, and I have a C-R-A-Z-Y day ahead of me today. I have to clean the house that has fallen apart whilst I was elsewhere dejunking, because my in-laws fly are flying in to watch the kids so I can go on a house-hunting weekend in Charlotte with the realtor. This woman has it all PLANNED. All day Friday and Saturday we are seeing houses like no one's business, and Sunday we'll revisit what we liked, and then I have some precious time to spend with Hubby (since it will be Valentine's day, huzzah!) and then I'm on an afternoon flight home. WHEW!

Today, like an idiot, I agreed to let the kids have friends over because it's a half day at school. So, they all descend at 1pm and THEN I have to run to parent/teacher conferences, THEN I have to run one kid around, and THEN I have to remember to pick up Hubby's stuff at the dry cleaners and pack it in my suitcase, and I get to stay up all night throwing stuff away since Hubby's car hasn't been shipped to Charlotte yet (they're picking it up this morning) I have NO room in our garage to put the junk, or even carry it out, for fear of scratching his car.

My car service is picking me up at 4:50 A.M. tomorrow morning. Can I just shoot my face off?

Oh lovely, I smell a poopy diaper. And I have a two-year old who refuses to go in the potty. He can chew gum for hours without swallowing, count to ten in English and Spanish, tell me every color of the rainbow, sing his ABC's, dress himself and clean up his room on his own.

...But sitting on a toilet and going potty is somehow beyond him.

Isn't that another Murphy's Law? Yeah, it must be #5655.

Ciao!!