Murphy’s Law of the Military Spouse

Murphy’s Law of the Military Spouse states that “anything that can go wrong, will… the moment the boat pulls away from the pier.” (Feel free to substitute the appropriate verbiage for your branch of the military here).

I started last week with a broken air conditioner (which is never fun during a Georgia summer). By Friday, I also had a malfunctioning riding lawn mower, a weed eater whose cord kept melting together, and a vacuum cleaner with absolutely no suction whatsoever. Seriously!?

I had quite frankly had enough of Murphy and his stupid law! I needed a day off. Or else a short trip to the psych ward…

I packed up The Three Little Piglets, grabbed my camera and headed to the beach to escape from my rather dismal reality. I had the audacity to think that I could tinker around with my camera while the kids played in the sand and the surf.

What was I thinking?

Now it’s at this point that my littlest piglet informs me that she thinks she’s going to throw up.

She wasn’t kidding…

Not wanting to immediately stuff her back in the car for the 45 minute ride home, I get her resting on her towel.

Another twenty minutes go by and my second piglet comes hobbling down the beach crying fit to beat the band and oozing blood from more places than my squeamish heart can take. Turns out she slipped on the rocks and cut both knees and had a rather scary looking gash in her toe.

At this point I just looked up in sky and said, “You’ve GOT to be kidding me! Really?”

I wrapped up her toe with the only non-sand covered thing I had, my shirt, to stop the bleeding and took off at a sprint down the beach to get the last little piglet and his friend. We’re not talking the sexy Pamela Anderson Baywatch run down the beach. We’re talking the covered in throw-up, haven’t run in 11 years, and I’m a little closer to 40 than I’d care to admit (to you or to myself) kind of run.

By the time I get there, I’m thinking great, now I’ve got one kid throwing up, one bleeding all over the place, and I am about to die of a heart attack! It was NOT pretty…

We somehow managed to make it home, successfully bandage the toe with liquid band-aid and nursed the stomach virus all weekend (it was a VERY long weekend).

And now, by some stroke of miracle it’s Monday…

Mondays suck!

I’m not much of a coffee drinker normally (unless its dessert in a cup from Starbucks), but desperate times call for desperate measures. This coffee is like a creamy Mocha Café au Lait!

The Perfect Scoop of Coffee
Serves: 1

2 tbs. ground coffee
1” vanilla bean
6 ounces of hot water
1 ounce Godiva Mocha Liqueur
1 scoop of vanilla ice cream (as big or as little as you want)
A sprinkle of freshly grated nutmeg

Place coffee grounds and vanilla bean (sliced open and with seeds) into your coffee maker. (I have a Bodum press, so I place it in the bottom). Make a short cup of coffee, using only 6 ounces of water, so it will be a tad stronger.

Once brewed, pour in your favorite mug with a shot of Godiva Mocha Liqueur and add a scoop of ice cream. Top with a little freshly grated nutmeg.

And then feel free to pretend its Friday. This cup should buy you at least ten minutes to work that fantasy out!

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  1. 1

    Stupid Murphy. That sounds like the kind of week that deserves lots of boozy coffee!

  2. 2

    You deserve more than coffee!

  3. 3

    Oh Jen! Sorry your day of escape turned out like this! But glad the 2 wounded piglets are okay! I’m with Erin. You deserve much more than coffee! But I gotta tell you. This is definitely my cup of joe! : )

  4. 4

    Oh boy, that sounds like a seriously sucky day! I can certainly understand why ice-cream for breakfast with a shot of alcohol in it would seem like a charmingly good idea.
    But, if I may, I had a good laugh at your descriptive phrasing…especially the Pamela Anderson run! It may not have been a good day, but it was excellently written about :-)

  5. 5

    Wow! What did you do to tick off Murphy?!? 😉 Yes, I’ve had days like that too. Thankfully they don’t happen too often (knocking on wood in case I’m testing fate!!).

    You made me giggle at your description of you running down the beach. I too am closer to 40 that I care (or will) admit although I’ve never done a run down the beach with vomit on me. 😉 I hope you and your piglets are back to normal and all feeling better. You definitely deserved a special coffee after a day like that!

  6. 7

    You are one strong babe. You made me break out in a cold sweat by bringing back memories of bringing up my kids as a single mom. Hang in there and do whatever small things you can to take care of your sense of well being!

  7. 9
    michelle says:

    just a question….do you take all your own pics as well?! if so , awesome and you should make and publish a book!! with your photos!
    so sorry to hear about that, its raining poo around here too!

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