Who Allowed Murphy to Make a Law Anyway?

You ever hear the saying “If it wasn’t for bad luck you wouldn’t have any luck at all”? In my house that’s not just a saying, it’s a life motto. I’ve mentioned before that I am a disaster magnet and it’s true. I am the very definition of Murphy’s Law. If something can go wrong, it will. No question. In fact, I’ve decided to institute a new feature to my blog. I’m calling it “Flashback Friday”. On Fridays, I will post assorted stories from my past that will demonstrate to you my unluckiness and prospensity for attracting problems.
But for now I will just share with you what happened this morning. I somehow managed to NOT turn on my alarm last night so we overslept this morning. Logan’s internal alarm clock woke him up at 7 as usual so he was already getting ready for school but the rest of us are apparently lacking that particular gene so we started the morning running around in a frenzy.
I was shadowing the kids, doing my best drill sergeant impression–you’dbettermovefasterthanthatoryouwillgotoschoolwithoutbreakfastIdon’tcare howlatewearenooneleavesthishousewithoutbrushingtheirteethit’sonly33 degreesoutsidesodon’teventhinkofwalkingoutthatdoorwithoutacoat–and we managed to walk out the door 5 minutes before the late bell was supposed to ring. It takes us about 3 minutes to get to school so we could just make it.
Except that it was only 33* outside. That meant the windshield was frozen over. I shoved the kids in the car and grabbed the scraper. It wouldn’t do any good to turn on the defrost because, in addition to that pesky leak in my radiator that kept me from having A/C during the 41 straight days of triple digit weather this summer, my heater core has now gone out and I can’t use the air. So, no defrost. Scrape the ice like crazy. Make a hole big enough to see through and hop in the van. Grab napkins and wipe the frost off the inside. But, wait. It’s not wiping off. What?! It’s not frost..it’s ICE. That’s right. The inside of my windshield was iced over as well. How is that you ask? I chalk it up to the whole bad luck thing but it seems there’s actually an explanation for it. With my water leak and no heater core and not being able to turn on the air, somehow I have water leaking into my car. (Yeah, that’s right. It’s been raining like crazy. I finally have a house that doesn’t flood but now Suzy is flooding. Figures.) The water inside the car caused extra moisture to build up on the inside and it froze over. I had to scrape the inside of my car. There were little icy chunks all over my dash when I was done.
I scraped just enough to see and then set off for school. Only it kept fogging over. And I have Bell’s Palsy (again–yet another example of my luck) and so my vision is a bit off. I ended up driving (possibly illegally and highly dangerously) to the kids’ school with my window down so I could judge where the lines were in the road. I got Bubba and Sassy there in the nick of time. At that point, I did park and take the time to scrape the rest of the ice of both the inside and the outside of Suzy’s windshield so I wouldn’t kill Howdy and myself on the way to drop him off. The drive home was thankfully uneventful and the weather warmed up enough that I was able to pick them up without having to wear my gloves.
I’m thankful for the little things.