Leslie's Law
You've heard of Murphy's Law? Well, this is Leslie's Law.
When my kids or my husband is finally done with the laptop and when I finally get my turn, I guarantee the battery will be dead.
Whenever Jason prefers that I drive his car instead of mine, I guarantee it'll be on "Empty".
I guarantee that the very instant I either go upstairs or downstairs, that'll be the exact moment the phone rings, despite the fact that the phone hadn't in about 3 hours.
No matter how much preparing I do to make my life easier, no matter how much multi tasking I do, no matter how much I do for my family, the second I sit down, someone will spill their milk, need toilet paper, etc, etc... It's true. I take a lot of extra steps just to ensure organization but it never fails---there will always be something else to do.
I guarantee Gabe will wet the bed the night after I wash his sheets.
I guarantee someone will drop a bowl of cereal on the floor right after I mop it.
I guarantee I'll find my grocery list right after I get home from grocery shopping. Forgetting half the items, naturally.
It will absolutely rain/sleet/hurricane 2 hours after I get a car wash.
I can promise you with 100% assurance that if I'm in a hurry, I'll hit every red light. But, if I'm looking for my phone or waiting for a red light so that I reach something that Gabe dropped, I can guarantee that it'll be green lights the whole way!
I guarantee that if I ask my Dr. to call in a prescription to Meijer Pharmacy, they will totally call it into Walgreens. Or vice versa. Everytime.
Whenever something HAS to go out in the mail, I guarantee that day will be a Federal holiday.
Whenever we have family pictures scheduled or school pictures, I can guarantee Ben will somehow maim his face hours before the portraits are to be taken. Happens every time. According to our photos, Ben is a severely abused child.
During weekends and non-school days, Gabe gets up at the crack of dawn. On school days, you can bet your ass that the boy will sleep and sleep and sleep....until I'm dragging his lifeless body out of his warm, cozy bed. Why is that?????
....And such is my life.
When my kids or my husband is finally done with the laptop and when I finally get my turn, I guarantee the battery will be dead.
Whenever Jason prefers that I drive his car instead of mine, I guarantee it'll be on "Empty".
I guarantee that the very instant I either go upstairs or downstairs, that'll be the exact moment the phone rings, despite the fact that the phone hadn't in about 3 hours.
No matter how much preparing I do to make my life easier, no matter how much multi tasking I do, no matter how much I do for my family, the second I sit down, someone will spill their milk, need toilet paper, etc, etc... It's true. I take a lot of extra steps just to ensure organization but it never fails---there will always be something else to do.
I guarantee Gabe will wet the bed the night after I wash his sheets.
I guarantee someone will drop a bowl of cereal on the floor right after I mop it.
I guarantee I'll find my grocery list right after I get home from grocery shopping. Forgetting half the items, naturally.
It will absolutely rain/sleet/hurricane 2 hours after I get a car wash.
I can promise you with 100% assurance that if I'm in a hurry, I'll hit every red light. But, if I'm looking for my phone or waiting for a red light so that I reach something that Gabe dropped, I can guarantee that it'll be green lights the whole way!
I guarantee that if I ask my Dr. to call in a prescription to Meijer Pharmacy, they will totally call it into Walgreens. Or vice versa. Everytime.
Whenever something HAS to go out in the mail, I guarantee that day will be a Federal holiday.
Whenever we have family pictures scheduled or school pictures, I can guarantee Ben will somehow maim his face hours before the portraits are to be taken. Happens every time. According to our photos, Ben is a severely abused child.
During weekends and non-school days, Gabe gets up at the crack of dawn. On school days, you can bet your ass that the boy will sleep and sleep and sleep....until I'm dragging his lifeless body out of his warm, cozy bed. Why is that?????
....And such is my life.
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