Murphy's Law

Murphy's Law: a supposed law of nature, expressed in various humorous popular sayings to the effect that anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. See also: my life this morning.

Let me explain. Do you ever feel like your day is one step forward and two steps back?? That's how this morning felt. I woke up with that groggy, achy, I-could-have-slept-an-other-two-hours sort of feeling that takes either a beautiful summer day or copious amounts of coffee to shake off. Since The Perfect Storm I have been very lax about exercising and even more lax about diet - as in the amount of fast food we've had in the last two weeks would make Jillian Michael's nostrils flare to new widths and her head explode. This is a vicious circle because I don't feel like doing anything and I feel like crap and I crave fast food. I eat fast food, feel even crappier and then do even less. ANYHOW, it was time to break the cycle and start to work out and eat real food again. I had to break up with Wendy. :)

I got up this morning and despite feeling sluggish I ate a bowl of yogurt and granola (Pumpkin Flax from Nature's Path - SOOOO yummy!) and fed Isaac and then started my workout right away. The earlier I get it done, the less likely I will procrastinate until bedtime and then postpone it until the magical land of tomorrow which never seems to appear. I did a pretty intense circuit style workout that I had found on this really awesome site through Pinterest and then headed downstairs to shower. I brought Isaac with me and set him up in the playroom in the basement with a bunch of toys to occupy him while I showered. Mac was in his room with instructions not to come out until he got himself dressed.

Into the bathroom I went, and I turned on the shower to let it warm up while I undressed. In our bathroom, we have a wall mounted heater. On this heater, there happened to be sitting a glass mason jar that I use when I clean the shower. Our bathroom floor is ceramic. Can you guess what's about to happen?? That's right. As I was removing my stretchy workout pants, I started to lose my balance. This caused me to "windmill" my arms a little to try to catch my balance, which nudged the towel rack, which knocked over the mason jar, which fell onto the floor and shattered. The noise startled me, causing me to become even more off-balance and my foot got stuck in my pant leg and I thrashed around trying to get it out. I had to take a quick step sideways and... *drumroll* I stepped right on a piece of glass.

Have you ever had one of those moments when so many things go through your mind you're sure your head is about to explode? I had one of those moments. Here's how it went:

HOLY CRAP THAT HURTS. Oh no, I'm barefoot, half naked and surrounded by glass. I can hear Isaac zombie-crawling towards the bathroom to investigate the noise.  He's going to see this and think "Oh, pretty, I bet it tastes good!!" I am bleeding and I need to check to make sure there isn't actually glass IN my foot right now. I don't know where to step. I have to clean this up. There is glass everywhere.  WHAT DO I DO!?!?

Isn't it funny how something like this is so much more of issue when you have kids vs when you are alone? Had I been alone I would have gimped my way out of the washroom, attended to my foot, then cleaned up the glass. I probably would have been finding the odd shard of glass here or there in the bathroom for days. With kids?? It was as if someone had detonated a nuclear bomb. EVERYBODY OUT!!! I vacuumed twice, swept, wiped the floor with a cloth, vacuumed again and STILL forbade Mac to play in there. (And despite my best efforts he came upstairs an hour ago and said he'd found a piece of glass buried in the carpet.)

See?? No one can say I don't get things done early!! All this was accomplished before nine AM!! Is it bedtime yet?


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